Quit.
Quit when it is the most beautiful, right?
Quit when I hold your Hand,
smile on our lips.
When I feel your fingertips.
Quit when you touch my cheek,
and fall for my eyes.
When your smile lights up my heart,
but your words tare me apart.
When I am the happiest ever.
Quit.
Quit, it can’t get better.
But worse.
So quit breathing.

- Happily suicidal