Suicideisbest

In Virginia there is a county known as lee. It's beautiful and peaceful and oh so very lovely. But in the woods there lives something deadly. It's strong enough to break a deer's neck; yet it never gets itself bloody. It can change its forum be it beast or man. Believe me, I'm no fan. Big and strong; but it disappears without a trace. This is making my heart race. It's very name is going to be a shocker. Beware of the raven mocker. (Jet black fur solid white eyes. It can mimic the ravens cry. Edgar, this raven does not say never more. I don't want to hear or be in these woods anymore.) It will take the shape man or woman. That's right it c

This note is to everyone I know. My final words written on tear-stained piece of paper. I can't put up with this anymore. I'm angry and I'm sad constantly. There are days I've felt like I could fly. But there are too many days that I've felt low. I've tried fighting it; but I knew I couldn't fight it forever. I'm tired of being lifes and guilt's whore. I've been broken down physically and mentally. I'm not going to lie. I want to die. Because I've been hit with the hardest blow. To those who stood beside me; all I can say is I'm sorry. I've tried to find other ways to beat my depression. But now I am left with no other option. I know where to

As I cut another scar onto my skin. I do my best to keep it all in. I'm trying not to make my friends worry. The last thing they need to hear is my lifes sad story. I don't want them to worry. It's okay the cuts have stopped stinging. But, my heart is still hurting. I hope they never find out about the cutting. I know its wrong; but its the only thing that's working. I feel a whole lot better when it's over. The hard part is keeping the scars covered. For them I keep all my pain and sadness hidden behind a smile. But ill be crying and cutting again in a little while. In my own personal opinion. Suicide should be an option. Tired of seeing an

I'm no longer able to keep fighting. The pain has finally left me numb. I can't think straight; hell I don't even feel like I'm real. Every day I feel myself getting weaker and its frightening. Sometimes I feel so very stupid and dumb. I've tried everything to help myself heal. But, now, I have to let go. I hate knowing that I'm losing my own mind. I'm tired of all the tears I've been crying. I'm a worthless waste of space. I hate that I've never let my friends know. I've always tried to keep my sadness hard to find. I cry as I try to finish what I am writing. God, I'm nothing but a fucking disgrace. I'm sorry for the pain in going to cause.

Alone I sat on the bench in the park. Crying a little as I sat lonely. I had not cared that the sun was gone and it had grown dark. I also didn't care about the air that had gotten chilly. I was depressed and possibly suicidal. Yet, people would just pass me by. Oh, I wish someone could've just made me smile. But, no, nobody cared and they just let me cry. As I sat on the bench I was unaware that I had company. Sitting next to me was a man dressed in a white suit and tie. I jumped when he spoke, "please, tell me why you feel so sad and lonely.". I was caught off guard at first then with a sigh I replied, "Because sir I wish to die.". With a

Sitting alone in my darkened room. Sobbing a little as I hold my side in pain. It hurts so bad; I hope it stops soon. I call for help but its in vain. Why doesn't anyone help me. They said if I need help; they would be here. Where are my friends and family? I guess I'm the only one they can't hear. I crawl out of my bed and onto the floor I drop. The pains getting unbearable! Ah! Please, make it stop. This feels so horrible. Put me out of my misery! I think I'm about to fall unconscious. Please, I'm begging, just kill me! I'm about to lose consciousness.