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I know it's not really finished but I felt like posting it anyway cause I can't finish it.... at least not right now.
This has been an ongoing project for me evertime I start going suicidal. Read if you like and yea....
I don't really care cause My reason for writing this is my own.


Suicide, Can't think of a rhyme
But I think about it most of the time
The waves rush over my head
As I try to take away the dread.

It won't work as I scream in pain
There becomes a stain
From where all the blood poured
For my heart to never cure.

Stuck in my head
Is all the dread
Yet all the hallow space
Is where it seems to go.



I need a relief
I need it soon
Before the pain
Trust me I don't live in a toon.

I'd like to think I have control
Of what I always think
Though all that comes crashing down
When you find a way to wake.

Though all the time that I seem to sleep
I also seem to keep
My head on straight as I drift off
I begin to cough

Up all the blood in my lungs
I stabbed myself again
I yell in frustration
As I feel it's the end.

This is my last resort
I want to just report
That what happens now is not my fault
I drove myself into a malt.



Over stressed
Over used
Over pressed
Abused!

I have a feeling I'm falling
Into a hellish plot
That I don't know where I might go
Gunpoint in the middle of the lot.