Suicide and romance, two words that should not go well together. But they do because someone decided that when teens **** themselves they are just angels that want to go home. I was no angel, and my death will not be romanticized. I didn't need a boy to come kiss my scars, or for someone to save me from myself, all I needed was for someone to believe in me. I guess its too late for that now. I wish i could say i'm sorry but being miserable is no way to live. I'm not sorry for wanting to end the pain, I'm just sorry you got caught in the wake of my death...