before you **** yourself,
just remember
that there are
places you have not been
and things you have not seen.
and poems to awe
art to draw
fields to walk through,
people to talk to,
music to take in,
games to win,
and books to be read.

so why,
oh why
do you wish
to be dead?

You lure me, the sweet scent of your love,
it's near I feel the presence, I'm so close
I can almost grab it.
I'm on the edge.
The tips of my finger feel the static
electrifying mist of your personality.
You have me in a trance; I'm trapped...
I can't break free.
A sudden clash between the rolling waves
and towering rocks give me a glimpse
of what is below and in the blink of an eye,
I plunge into that which awaits for me below.
This is a quick way to end it...
This way I don't have to put up with the fact
that no matter how far I reach and no matter
how much I want it I will never, not even in
my dreams, be able to have you in my arms.♥

I can only imagine
the beautiful canyon
filled with the towering
trees as high as skyscrapers,
where the animals run free
on the leaf-carpeted meadows
and blooming flowers dancing
with the breeze of the wind,
in the golden glow of the day.
This enchanting wonderland
is the perfect place to bury old
memories, ponder on the
mysteries of life or to just cry
in a quiet, comforting place.