I tried to **** myself last week But all did was throw up And give you another medical bill I made the school work pile up and my friends mildly worried gave myself a big bruise And nearly cried from the emails Explaining that i couldn't do the math quiz on Friday the 15th Because i tried to **** myself last week
Did you have any suicidal thoughts this week? ah, maybe one or two, nothing serious.
I was outside in the cold for hours that day thinking about how to end things i passed your body On my way upstairs Before spreading out my saved pills And unlocking a knife Crimson spread along my thigh And my stomach became upset My water is now empty And all that's left on the counter is dust A little bit of red stains the blade And i pull up my pants nonchalantly
My first attempt was done in my bathroom after being on suicide watch for months. If i want something i will find a way, and you wont see it coming.
the singer should have warned us about his out of tune song it was so undeserving of our live ears the melody was unpleasant and the tune horrific how could there be devotees to such bad talent it just shows you that some ears are deaf...
I’ve never felt like this before. The blood that the weapon and the battle bore Has splashed the walls and warped the floor, But I’ve never felt like this before.
I’ve never breathed like this before. My chest getting tighter at my heartbeat’s roar And I’ve felt myself panic on anxiety’s shore, But I’ve never breathed like this before.
I’ve never hurt like this before. I’ve been battered and beaten as the barbs would gore My frail little heart ‘till it beat no more, But I’ve never hurt like this before.
I’ve never burned like this before. The witchers with their torches tried to “settle the score”, And I kept on burning to the crowd’s “encore!” But I’ve never burned like this before.
I’ve never been lonely like this before. I’ve been abandoned, sure; thought that I was done for, When I reached out to people and they slammed the door, But I’ve never been lonely like this before.
I’ve never felt like this before. The walls are closing in and I’m losing the war. See my broken salute as I fight on, I’m trying! But my courage is dying And my smile is lying All the tears that I’m crying Are so subtly implying That I’m NOT OKAY Someone help me, please! I don’t want to die alone But all the sweet words that you give me only pile up on the throne Of my broken wishes, of my long-gone home, And at the end of the day, you won’t know how hard I tried, But the world would still be better off if I-
surprisingly enough, steak knives aren't any good for cutting flesh, ceiling fans don't hold as much weight as you'd think they would, your family isn't as understanding as they say they are, because no one can understand you, not even yourself.
and no matter how many times they say they won't forget, won't forfeit the game of remembrance, you know they will, and they'll be glad once they have.
Because you don't need a stain like me on the artwork that is your life. scrub me off quickly before the memories get dry and you get used to them.
Because I know from experience that only one soul will remember a suicide by the next year.
Because I know from experience you don't have to be dead and gone to be dead and gone.
I have already been forgotten by most, but then again,
Tu es mon meilleur ami Je suis très désolée Mais je ne sais pas pourquoi tu aime moi Peut être tu es soif pour quelque chose nouvelle Peut être il est vrai, ton sentiments Ton mots
Je m'en fiche du passé Je sais que tu t'en fiche l'un ou l'autre Mais je suis malade avec mes décisions
Pourquoi je suis le criminel Pourquoi je suis coupable Je ne devrais pas existe
Tu es très spectaculaire, génial, magnifique Mais je ne peux pas continuer avec toi Avec nous Avec la planète La terre n'est plus ma maison Je n'appartiens pas ici
Je suis désolée Très très très désolée Mais il doit être fini
Au revoir mon meilleur ami Mi amour Mon amour pour toujours Au revoir lune brilliant Et toute ta beauté Je aller me manquer ton façade
Je reviendrai Pas bientôt Mais éventuellement Quand tu ne m'aimes pas plus Et je peux être libre de moi
Mais rappelles toi Je t'aime toujours D'une autre façon
En amitiée, Ton copine
DISCLAIMER: French is not a language I am very good at so some of my verbs and tenses and such are definitely wrong. I know I go from past to present to future in a grammatically incorrect way. I apologize. I just wanted to see the extent of my language skills. Thanks for reading!
mine myopic eyes stare intently in2 cyberspace folk kiss my sing song snap chat ting mine eyes fixated b4 ur image seconds erase with an exclamation of eureka a ha - u look familiar at least yar face mebbe we both lived during the same time centuries ago, eh perhaps in adjoining caves some place and/or dashed off the starting line of tha human race.
this yo dull ling josh hing glute max a mess **** tooting ring ding oof a max i mus drake haint named bruce boot ah do like the taste of cous cous what the deuce as i goose step wit a ***** loose whereby bull winkle the moose n natasha the squirrel plus otter creatures tink i lack mental juice er purr haps goot a ***** el loose i.e. ja dat - right duh gray matter of dis knit wit "infamous" noose
cents, sum hmm iz amiss from dis indigent guy still lugged in a papoose cob bulled with whirled wide web peppered with rotten green tomatoes - prompting n immediate VAMOOSE & find my rye ming ting ab solute zero in chime with zee cuckoo ready 2 call up doktor demento ore zeus.
thus, this friendship introduction will mutual ideally nada blow based on ma unseen essence of body, mind & soul moreso than dough i.e. money, which tends 2 be a superficial criteria viz assess worthiness to flow toward greater comprehension akin 2 a garden that requires one 2 **** din *** thus, this common non sloppy joe maw owl ease keeps 2 himself i.e. ya know a contemplative sort & writes ha low
2 you crossing fingers no immediate aversion arises, yet an emphatic "no" toward me would be taken in stride per this poe it, whose ability finds comfort within the simple pleasures of life while invisible 1 that doth row this creaky human vessel, yes on occasion calls out 4 a big tow.
mebbe as a d liver e purse son 2 supplement social security income (this disability 4 generalized anxiety) within me gray matter doth lay.
I stand here knocking On Death's door I am asking to come in Life is too overwhelming I am ready to move on Maybe the next life Will treat me kinder As this life has been hard So I stand here knocking On Death's door.