suicide suicide thoughts in my head suicide suicide i wish i was dead suicide suicide has been going threw my mind suicide suicide is what i think of all the time suicide suicide my wrist or my throat suicide suicide i have lost all hope suicide suicide is this the best way suicide suicide i should die today suicide suicide the best way out for a thug suicide suicide i am going absolutely nuts suicide suicide i watch my wrist bleed suicide suicide is the way for me suicide suicide guide me on your path suicide suicide i want to feel your wrath suicide suicide is my only way out suicide suicide i will go peacefully i wont scream or shout suicide suicide this time i wont fail suicide suicide the devil welcomes me to hell suicide suicide i have did the deed suicide suicide now i live in hell with constant misery suicide suicide what have i done suicide suicide hell is no fun suicide suicide i ask the devil to restore my life suicide suicide if i knew i would of end up here i would of never picked up the knife suicide suicide in hell there is no love suicide suicide i wrote this poem to tell you don’t ever give up, suicide aint the last thing you want to do, i know you can find a reason to live that’s what i am telling you,don’t give up because there are bumps in the road,just because you think you got a bad hand don’t just fold, raise your head toward the heavens,yes i know life aint that pleasant,that is no reason to end your life,please just trust me thing will turn out alright…….
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No it won’t, it may for some, the lucky few… but for many it doesn’t, ever.
How about this:
Shit doesn’t turn out okay, we’re meant to live pointless lives. There’s no rhyme or reason, any of the time. No one is ever going to care, no one is ever going to be there. To hold you or hug you, kiss and or love you. No one can love you if you don’t love yourself. And you shouldn’t love yourself, yourself is full of hate and spite and rage and pity and shit. So maybe suicide is the answer, the way to end all of it. Don’t you hate the way they stare at you? If they stare at all. The way they look like you’re diseased, if they bother to see you at all. If you’re invisible: Doesn’t it hurt? To be walked by without a glance. As if you aren’t worth, even a smile?
Sorry it doesn’t rhyme properly.
Oh and there’s no hell other than the one we create in our own world, and our own minds. We don’t need to unnecessarily fear some infernal subterranean fairy threatening eternal hellfire when we’re more than capable of creating a hell on earth all by ourselves. Thank you very much…
you said “suicide” more than 50 times!!! you can brainwash a normal person like that.
Hahaha. I agree. That was a little too much “suicide”, even for me. XD