Watching the rain dripping over the edges
Seeing the smoke rise over the hedges

Captured and held in my self despair
The people notice me but they never care

Taking one last, final puff
I waste my last breath and turn to dust.

I have died.
I have finally surrendered.
It's over.
My soul has been rendered.

Now all I see is dark,
But there is no pain.
It's empty and black,
Depression reigns.

A shell is all that's left,
There's only death inside.
I've cracked.
There's no need to hide.

I feel no fear now.
It's not like anything could hurt.
I'm dead.
This you cannot try to avert.

When this shell will crack,
They'll say I died of suicide.
But that's a pathetic lie,
Because I've been dead long inside.

It's dark and quiet.
It won't go on for much too long.
Suicide will be fun.
Doing it at this point is not wrong.

I have given up.
I say it with no emotion.
This pleasant darkness,
Dims the previous commotion.

It's completely silent.
No more chaos inside.
I like this darkness.
I have died.

The doctor told me the pills would make me numb.

I guess she was right because I can't even feel the tears spilling from my eyes.

The screams escaping from my mouth.

I can't feel my heart beating against my chest

My hands trembling trying to hold my lovers hand.

I can't hold onto the rope anymore

It's slipping between my fingers

Turning into thread, I'm losing my lifeline

Falling into the abyss, unable to feel my stomach in my throat

im no longer breathing
the water rushing in

filling my lungs
right up to the very brim

the waves tear at me
they pull me in every which way

no longer breathing
death takes me today.

craving a scent
wanting the taste
slamming the doors
right in my face

the dark nights pushing me past the edge
303 reasons why I wish I was dead.

The shirt falls to the floor, fluttering
The boy drops down to pick it up, carefully
Holding it out to the girl, waiting
Eyes closed, waiting

She lets her skirt fall to the floor, slipping
Climbing under the sheets, delicately
Curling up next to the waiting boy, nervously
His arms encircling her, nervously

Come, and take this broken body and call it yours.
Pick off the petals one by one and let them fall.
No one must know me but you,
For you are the only one allowed to see my soul.