Sitting in darkness, wondering if the world revolving is really the place for you, Your heart smashed, spirit evaporated... Every tear that you cry slowly helps make a decision on which wrist to slit... The main cause...Love...Great when your in it, Its like a drug, you try it, get addicted, then suffer downfalls. You choose your own destiny... Because your hearts been broken should that decide on wether you live or not?? Slowly taking a love blunted blade, and decend toward your wrist, deep breath, is it worth it? Love is a drug, which can be renewed, Drop the blade, time out, you'll be ready soon...
Reason for writing:
I have tried to commit suicide....never worked....too many people i love in this world....think about it...
Birth sign: Scorpio
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