They say you can't save someone
Who's been thinking about suicide
Honestly though no one believes that
Everyone who has dealt with suicide
Blames themselves for the death of the people they cared about
It doesn't always last forever
Though it does stick around for awhile
The depression and the guilt
The feeling that it's going to happen again
Always putting up a wall so no one can ever hurt you again.
Because the pain is just to much to bear
I can't really speak for all of the people
Who've ever dealt with suicide
I think that most will agree though that these words are true  
For me and you
These words strike home
They hit us hard even though we thought we had moved on
Even if we think we're not affected by it anymore
It lingers inside of is
Waiting for the moment it can devastate us.
It's like a curse
Its always there
Even if we're unaware
So why lie and say we are fine
We are most certainly not although we don't wanna admit it but we could probably use some help.
Suicide is life changing
It can wreck someone who has to deal with loved ones doing it.
It can change government policy
Or even world policy.
Suicide is a very powerful topic and action
It's not too be used lightly
Or brought up in a joke
When people realize this
Then maybe something amazing could happen
We could actually save a life maybe.

She says she should take the blade
Cut off the life that crawls like a drug under her skin
She wants to end the pain
Make the nightmares disappear
She wants rest
She wants to end it
There’s already scars what’s a few more
The blade rest against the skin
The red message is starting to be carved
P-E-A-C-E
L-I-E-R
Then another
U-N-W-O-R-T-H-Y
She takes a deep breath
It’s done she lays down and cries
Good night

i think bout it some times
the urge is there
the blood red liqud
it dires from blue to red to dark red brown.
people in this world
sick and twisted
no clue what other go threw
beatings, yelling, drugs, cuts, more drugs , more fake smiles
the purge, the beast, nobody knows
there was no beauty in the beast.
im tired of anger, im tired of pain, tired of the besat just exsploding out

The mist was almost ethereal
It floated above the silent  waters
But silent was not always
Peaceful, for too touch the mist
Visions,
Pain,
Faded
Limbs, as if the mist had amputated flesh,
But revealed gradually upon exiting
like lacerations it cut
As the mist faded, I could feel but not see,
Bone,
Nerves,
Flesh,
Skin now where mist had evaporated,
"Then the visions"
"Hard to explain"
To count the emotions, then blank,
I was burning, drowning
The torture with in my mind
I saw each one fall, taken by the waters
All that was sunk beneath
All that could have been
Now taken to the deep,
I looked upon the waters where mist
Did not creep,
Revulsion,
Anxiety,
Sorrow
For those beneath, like a tainted mirror
"Trying to break free"
For within each impact a wave
Washed ashore,
It corroded what life it touched
Anger was washing upon the riverbank,
"So many drowning slowly"
A last breath a life time of agony
Slowly those that exhaled the last,
No peace as the mist was there final curse,
Trapped within, souls screaming outwards,
"To touch felt there pain within"
"This river of the lost ones"
Those who thought freedom from
Pain, now suffered a lifetime within,
"For the forgotten river"
"Where the mist never falters"
"Try to drown your sorrows"
"Eternity will be the price paid"
One within the waters,
Eternal torment within the screaming ethereal  **mists..

I wanted to end it all,
To finish what had begun
But the cost of living,
Has sky rocketed up
Bullet
Knife
Rope
Aren't as cheap as they
Once were,
The Cost of taking a life
Dollars,
Pounds,
Euros,
Where ever you are
The cost got to
"Much"
Who ever said that death was
"Cheap,"
Has got to much to live for to give a
"****"
I wanted a bullet,
To end this joke,
I wanted one, they said
Lead has gone up,
Two
For
One,
Life's cruel joke,
Is it wasn't funny enough,
I may as well live
Through the
Good,
&
Bad,
Because suicide
Just got too expensive,
Its a rich guys playing field now..