guys
i dont know how to write this very well in those flowerry mind exploding language
im just going to say it clearly and slowly
suicide is not everything,or the only way to end a life.to be exact ,to end YOUR life.
i know im not in your shoes that i dont have that feel to take on suicide, but just imagine, how would the ones that REALLY LOVE YOU SINCERELY FROM THEIR HEART feel when you left them hung off with you under that buried soil. you just have no idea that strangers that read your suiciding  poems maybe have their soft spot for you,and grown to be love. i love you,and i dont want you to die. Please dont take on suicide,there's more than depression and related stuff in this world. You are the one who's reponsible to decide to be happy and not taking on suicide as your last result of hopeless feeling to live on. take a deep breath,let go, and be more positive,you can.i know you can.

"17 bullets in his body"

I'll never forget
those words
the doctor had said
while my man was on his death bed

17 bullets
17.

And it was the 17th of March

On our 17th anniversary
And I heard those words
At 1:07 am

17 bullets
and we were both 17 when we first laid eyes on each other
that day when you came over to our house with my brother
and it was the 17th of March

17.

Your breathing chases ghosts away.*
I exhale shotgunned smoke
And laugh at my own words.

Charlie Sorrow shattered,
And we scraped
His broken bones.

Don't
fall in love with her.
For you will both crash
and I promise, you will burn, for

She is the girl with too many wounds
the ones even an ocean of your love can't heal.
She is the girl with scars on her knees
because she tried taking leaps of faith far too many times,
waiting for someone to catch her
but they never did.

She is the girl who will never be with you
even if she is holding your hand
and your fingers are wrapped around her shoulders
and her neck is resting on your chest for
she will always be atop an asteroid
trying to catch moon-tears
because she knows that the moon weeps for her.

She is the girl who won't tell you she loves you
even if you tell her a hundred times and look at her
with all the longing you can muster
because she knows how words can be.
Some words
are only said to fill in the empty silence.

She is the girl who is hard to dance with
because she refuses to be led across the dance floor
she's already been led,
many, many times
and she always ended up
with floor burns, scrapes and sprains.

She is the girl with pimples
not enough to cover her face
but enough to let you know how far into the night she stays awake
writing poetry about 'you'
she's written so many poems about 'you'
because her hands won't stop moving
her mind won't stop weaving and I promise,
you wouldn't want her to write about you.

She is the girl with broken, dead bones
the girl who's seen too many deserts
climbed too many mountains
but she never reached the top or
came to the end of the endless stretch of yellow, but
she can tell you a lot about oases.

So before you even think
of falling in love with her, I warn you,
don't.
Do whatever else you want just
don't
fall in love


with me.