Stop The Pain!
Blood. Every where running done my arm blurring my Vision. Covering my pillow, my sheets. It only takes a little. For a cut to be too deep. For a cut to end a life.
Pills. One for the pain. One for the bullying. One for the abuse. Dizziness, vomiting, spinning. The world gets too confusing. Just one more then there will be no more. Just one more for a life to end.
Suicide. Just a rope. Just a knife. Just a gun. Just a pill. One knot, one motion, one swallow, one bang. Broken bones, blood, cold skin and splatter. The noose. The kitchen knife. The hand gun. The medicine. Just one movement to end just another life.
Why? Why did you do it? Who will find you? Your mom, dad, sibling, aunt, uncle, neighbour or a stranger. Do you have friend? Will they find you, visit your grave? Who will miss you? Who will cry? Will it hurt? Why use a rope? Why use a gun? Knife? Razor or blade?
Think before you choose. Find help, a friend, neighbour, or family member. Don't end it. I'll miss you. If you have no where to turn. Look for the hidden door in the walls closing in. Don't let anything get you down and if it does turn around and be just who you are. Kick bullying, abuse and suicide in the butt because your worth it.
