Broken shards, falling like mines,
Smattering down on my head,
Piercing my heart several times,
Quickly setting up a blockade.

Darkness is coming, please be prepared,
Acknowledge, but don't be afraid,
She don't want to hurt, she is just scared,
She all but want you to evade.

She took me in her arms and held me real close,
I welcomed her into my mind,
She scarred it real bad, I couldn't oppose,
She made me to leave you behind.

I've got her now, don't need anyone else.
Enough I can not be no more,
I'm going to her now, going to sleep,
I'm finally coming home.

It all started last week, when we walked down the hall,
I said that I loved you, that I’m yours above all,
You looked into my eyes, with much disbelief,
Not knowing what I knew, what was underneath.

It hurt really much, that you declined me,
But I knew and I know, that we could never be,
It was hopeless from start, from end, and from now,
How could I dismiss, how could I allow.

You was the girl of my life, and I know you still are,
But it feels like I was hit by a large, big freight car,
Dark contemplation, don’t now what to do,
I can’t live like this, I have to follow through.

I’m lost and adrift, can’t find my way back home,
It faithfully feels, like I’m stuck in a dome,
Nothing can bring me back, I'm too far way down,
The only option left, is to let me drown.

I can feel it myself, that the end is near,
We have to cohere, but it’s still to severe.

Do not be afraid of the darkness, she just don't know how to greet you.

She comes to you at night,
to tuck you into your bed,
and stays by your side till you sleep.

She embraces you slowly,
insinuating your mind with thoughts.

Thoughts that make you question who your are,
Thoughts that question if your worthy of living.

She will break you to your purest form; only then can you look in the mirror, and see your true self.

A self you do not wish to see,
a self you do not wish to meet,
a self you just can't let live.

"Every man has the right to risk his own life in order to preserve it. Has it ever been said that a man who throws himself out the window to escape from a fire is guilty of suicide?"

"We are all just suicidal kids telling other suicidal kids that suicide is not the answer"

"The problem with suicide is that when it becomes an option in your mind, it's always an option."

Trust is like an onion, you have to peel of the layers slowly one by one. If you cut it'll only bring you tears.

I could write a million words; there would still be nothing worth reading.