This is a notice to those broken people who stand at the line
The line of decision making, those who ponder whether
Or not to end it all, to answer the final call
With whatever method they choose, to kill themselves
Don't do it
It's not for...
Other, Poem, Suicide
A ram sat upon a small chair, the chair sat upon a porch. The moon's watchful gaze judging him as he simply gazed into the cold winter. Nothing better to do, and the wool provided enough comfort. Soft peace of the wind, white flakes silent and without...
Demon, Existential, Sheep
My life is a struggle
I yearn for release.
Like a knife through butter,
I am finally relieved.
Where the sun will shine,
The stars will remain.
My blood will be grime,
My attempt is in vain.
Together they will cry,
Their hearts will bleed.
I...
Death, Poem, Sad, Suicide, killing
#1 of suicide series # 1
suicide: prologue
"stop!" my friend yelled as he got to the top of the roof. he is hyperventilating because the elevators were broken.
i look at him and said, " why? why should i stop?
Abuse, Death, Dragon, Story Series
A short piece based on the title theme from the game "rule of rose"
_a love suicide‾_
_say where is my shame
when i call your name?_
"andrew!" the young white rabbit called out to someone nearby.
Angst, Depression, Love, Rabbit, Sad, Suicide, Wolf, rejection
Justifiable suicide
(01/17/2018)
life has been a struggle,
with the darkness in my heart,
his voice is often muddled,
but recognition is a start,
i do the best i can,
to walk always in the light,
i do not know his plan,
it's every
Christian, Christianity, Death, Islam, Jewish, Judaism, Muslim, Persecution, Philosophy, Poem, Poetry, Prison, Religion, Rhyme, execution, jail
Essentially the rantings of a newly clear headed furry:
suicide. it's the key to life. dont misunderstand, the meaning of life, i think, is for it to be lived. in christianity, suicide is a sin, why?
Commentary, Humor, Rant, Thought Provoking
Prolog:
A body lay strewn on the floor, blood pooling from the lupine's mouth and from a hold in the back of his head. The cold tile floor misted slightly from the last dying breath from the dead figure. He was laying at the edge of the bed, his...
Suicide, Wolf
I've stretched to far I've reached my end
It's so hard to keep a friend.
I'm a loser a man with no hope
I hang life less my neck in a rope
Fuck this world, it's just Hell
I love you all and wish you well
Poem, Suicide