You should live because the show you're watching isn't finished yet
You should live because you haven't turned in that paper you worked really *******
You should live because somewhere an animal wants to love on you
You should live because there's a pizza in the freezer that you haven't even cooked yet
You should live because people in messed up situations are still going on maury
You should live because of Popsicles in the hot summer time
You should live because of the goosebumps you get when the hot water touches your skin
You should live because we don't know if aliens are real or not
You should live because your bed would be really lonely without you
You should live because of the really light drizzle of rain when it falls down on your skin
You should live because you have a life worth living
Even if it kinda ***** really bad to do it now
You should live because i'm living too
And in reading this aren't we kinda in it together
Fighting similar fights?
Live to win
Live to bounce back
Live because you can
There are so many reasons to live

Difference between lives best left said,
do not compare, don’t get caught dead

People experience different things different ways
Better to sympathize than to relate

I once said me too, to too many different things
failed to see all the trouble ‘Twould bring

To want to take my own live, without considering
Others who truly did who I cared for and who’d cared for me

My best friend attempted recently such a thing
Not realizing to me how much pain it would bring

If she did, I really would too

Me too if I’m too late,

There’d be nothing more to do

And when now others simply remark such words
I think of them, oh, I think
‘how pereverse’

They and you may yet know one day
know what it’s like to be too, to be too too late

Everything about me seems so wrong,
My life has a lot of twists and turns,
Pictures and moments I want to burn,
Piece of me I want to torn.

Everyone around me doesn't really care anymore,
They always thinking about their own lives and more,
Pushing you and kicking you out the door,
Saying, "You shouldn't be here, anymore."

People are ***** all the time,
They are thinking that I'm fine,
And living my whole life without a fire,
So why do you think I write this rhyme?

All the imperfections and flaws,
Is all you can see in a row,
Attacking with your neatly sharped claws,
On my body where my suicidal blood flaws.

Don't ask me why I take my life,
All of you left me one choice, and that is to fly,
Don't come too late and asking my mom why,
You know the reason why I chose to die.

And I did it once again.
Skin picked and shaven,
Cakey frosted ivory,
Faceless, nameless,
Plasticity contusion.
Littered in the detailed fractures of a swelling stem,
Those skeletal twigs of intangible incestual wings,
splintered in stacks underneath his bed.
Apocalyptic comfort found in the veins of what remains...
Pineal shame,
Puny white me,
Post-karmic, futuristic-retrospective cosmic plan, slowly creeps towards me and offers its long inflaming hand.
Cricket twitch, echoes in the distant introspective glitch of my momentary intuition.
A bitter drip on tongue descends,
Tunneled in an unwanted exploration.
That sour pitched cacophony uncomfortably sung,
Through the ghastly cold touch of a righteous cockroached thumb.
Repugnance,
Spreading the stain of an untouched soul,
Quicksand, morphing me into dust.
Devouring the white and into the red I rust.