I can smell the way you look at me,
The words that rip and tear at my flesh,
Ravenously sharking through nerve and sinew,
Take my breath.

I can hear the tone of callous eyes,
A stench to burn the pass of my nose,
Pushing my breath now deep to swallow,
Keep so close.

I feel the touch of an untrue word,
Angrily watching as I throw back my day,
Edging into my mind of missed opportunity,
Glance away.


I taste a brutal touch of emotion,
Nervously scared in an arctic sweat,
My braking heart kicks a hole in my chest,
Ready; set:

I see nothing but disaster ahead,
Feelings I could only wish to be untrue,
Through my tears the redness of my blush,
I love you.

I sold you my dreams tonight,
That was me hiding in another life,
Somewhere between worthless and priceless,
Eyelids twitch as the torment unravels,
Sleep well and deep,
Fall and fly; run and hide,

Last night you bought my past,
Stories seem so small and distant,
The characters all ghosts of a passing age,
Lost to a dazed fading mind,
Don’t pity me here,
Old stories; float away,

Tomorrow I will sell you my hopes,
Hold them gently; they crush easily,
That was me hoping for the light of day,
Fists clenched and blinded,
Embrace my future,
Open eyes; arms wide,

My heart is yours; it always has been,
Not sold but given away, (maybe thrown)
Wrap it up to keep it warm and safe,
My gift to you on credit,
Unconditional yet fragile,
Buy now; pay later.

You weren’t,
You aren’t,
You certainly won’t be,
All I thought you could become,

I was,
I am,
I certainly will be,
More than you could ever imagine,

They weren’t,
They aren’t,
They certainly won’t be,
In any single way like us,

We were,
We are,
We certainly will be,
Watching our lives pass slowly by.

Take the highs with the lows;
Then the lows with the highs,
The rope’s not a noose;
Until you tie and apply,

Take here one chance;
To find what you are,
Dismiss all the rest;
As we travel afar,

Enjoy here your journey;
And savour the ride,
So much to endure;
Before your time passes by.

What is life?
Is it a given time before death?
Or a blessing after pregnancy?
Is it simply an adjective that describes a living organism?
Or an insult, such as "You have a horrible life!"
Is it something I don't have?
Or something no one has fully accomplished?
What is life?

Why suicide?
1. I'm too stressed out.
2. Life will end anyways, so why not die now?
3. Someone's ****** at me for doing something.
4. I'm drunk/high.
5. Life *****!
6. No one likes me.
Why live?
1. Stress can be relieved in other ways.
2. You have a great future ahead of you if you work hard.
3. Try to seek forgiveness. If this fails, seek forgiveness.
4. Seek rehab.
5. Life has its ups and downs. It will get better.
6. Someone loves you, even if you don't know them.