a morbid fantasy, beyond the boring windows of my school, the wooden panes, the frost on the other side of my trickling window. The snapdragon you planted in my heart on the darkest day of Winter.
That night I saw truth naked and bare. She [you] was holiness above and beyond what all religions offer.
The warm covers we slept under, miles away from anything civil. We dismissed the world, and whispered intermittently about it after lovemaking.
You always hear or read those stories about preventing suicide. Or for when you want to stop bullying, trying to be more considerate for others. Some that you may have read is the famous story of a young girl who commits suicide and it explains how her whole family and school reacts. How her bullies regretted what they said and all that. And then how a little boy who is crying, you make fun of him, and it turns out that he's crying because his mother died. But what about those who never experienced that? Those who are just having a bad life together? Or for those that are struggling. They still cry..but the most famous stories are about someo
People won't be there, even if I cried.
People wouldn't care, even if I died.
Everyone starts leaving.
While I continue on bleeding.
Nobody can hear my cries anymore.
I don't understand what life is worth living for.
I'm slowly giving up.
As I push the dagger through my gut.
I let out one last tear.
Before I cry out my only fear.
I've died here alone.
And no one is even home.
I'm left in the dark
While others seem to part.
I'm dead, I'm done.
Oh look, I've found a gun.
This will surely finish it.
No more life, not one bit.
I hold it to my head.
Boom, And I'm dead.
Finally, it's all over.
I wonder what It'd be like..
To go and commit suicide.
Will it be soft and gentle.
Or rough under the metal.
Will I feel relieved
Or hard to believe.
I'm not so sure anymore.
I just need to find a cure.
I wonder what it'd be like..
To go and commit suicide.
Will people start to cry
Or will they leave with a sigh.
Will my moments be treasured
Or my life span left measured.
I really don't know
But I'd really like to go.
I wonder what it'd be like..
To go and commit suicide.
Will my friends stand by my coffin
Or whither and be forgotten.
Will they look into my crying eyes.
Or my heart full of lies.
I just want to end it all.
I'll go j
And by the way, it wasn't actually a picture (I saw it was in the folder "Favorite Photography Arts.") It's actually a drawing. You probably knew that though, so I'll just be quiet. XD