I can be wrong and still be right
                                  Is the real paradox to height
                                 A lonely pilgrim looses sight
                                 Of answers that could bring him might

                                 And yet to seed the answers call
                                 The stallion is in its stall
                                 He's not prepared to take the fall
                                 For what could be is clear to all

                                 The endless paradox in sight
                                 The truth of righteousness to knight
                                 I fear to seal must fly his kite
                                And pray surreal comes out tight

                                Across the ancient castle walls
                                The demure tainted shadows crawl
                                To form the morning's clearing call
                                Effusive allusions, irrelevance fall  

                               The echoes from the grotto swell
                               Like memories of ancient hells
                               That command the oceans to rescind
                               The lowly force with which they'd bend

dont even think about it
killing yourself
what's it really worth?
Is it worth your future children?
Your future spouse?
Your future success?
Suicide is stupid.
Im sorry.
But before you tell me that I don't understand,
let me tell you a story
I was 10 years old.
My sister was going through a hard time.
We were walking home.
We opened the door.
We walked through the kitchen and into the living room.
My sister's body laid there.
She shot herself.
She was dead.
We were so scared
I remember my hands were shaking so bad, I couldn't open the door.
The terror was so real
nothing like the movies
She thought she was taking away her pain,
but she really only passed it to us.
She took every opportunity she had away.
Suicide *****.
It isnt something  to joke about.
Please,
you are standing there,
imagining death.
please,
just. Dont.
Its never worth it.
To anyone
hang on.
Time must go on.
things have to ,
have to
get better.
You only wait.
Please,
you know who you are.
Just dont.
Dont say your sorry,
dont cut with the knife.
Dont do anything to hurt yourself.
Because in the end,
the only one who will be saying sorry
will be me
to an open casket
and I don't want that.
Just. Dont. Do. It