Deep in the wilderness Laid a forest hidden by Earth. The hills formed its barrier Trees formed its gate. The forest's gentle breeze played a ballad I wish I could have saved. For when a prodigious storm Set the wood ablaze. The trickling drops of rain Endeavored to quench the flames, But all that was left of the forest Was ashes in the rain.
Put it in your mouth if a statement needs to be said, but bring it to the side of your head if you truly want to be dead
When I press this gun to my head is it an act of cowardice or is it courageous? I can't pull the trigger when my mind has gone red; only negative thoughts running through my head.
I didn't even write my letter what would even be the header?
I'm sorry mom the last one has left the nest, Just not like the rest. He couldn't fly with a broken mind he fell and died. A suicide.
I'm sorry but the truth is, I have always wanted to die
Was very suicidal for a while. Wrote this during a week where I played russian roulette every day. Still here.
This head harbors a dreadful beast Malformed and unsightly, it kills with ease. These thoughts, Not my own. The pistol in my hand, Out of my control. The barrel pressed to my head, Cold. The beast whispers, "You're all alone."