Suicide Is Not The Solution

I see you don't worry.
I see through your lies and fake smiles.
I know each and every scar that lays on your once clean, innocent, precious skin, holds a different pain staking story behind it.
I know you desperately want to be gone...away from here...in the ground...just another poor unfortunate soul.

I hear you don't worry.
I hear your lies and all the "I'm fine's" & "I'm just tired's".
I hear your blood curdling screams and shrieks at night.
I hear your pulse go faint.

I smell your fear.
I smell the fresh crimson blood and rubbing alcohol.
I smell the pills you are overdosing with.
I smell the scent of fresh tears on your mascara stained pillow.

I feel your pain.
I feel the cool silver blade you used just a minute ago.
I feel your heart breaking, as if it were my own again.
I feel the rough texture of the rope you plan to tie around your neck.

Don't give up!
Don't let those voices control you.
There is hope.
There is a path you can take.
Stay. Strong.
Take back your life and put down a kinfe <3