Suicide It's not the razors, can't you see? It being alive that's killing me.

A Devil A Devil stopped by today And promising relief
Offered to buy my soul
 Na, not today I said
 Still got another bottle of booze 
 And some lovely pills

 But perhaps when they run out
 Or when I get bored
 We’ll make a deal

#depression #depression is like riding down a hill The hill never ends, and the only way to stop is to fall Every day it gets worse The hill gets steeper, you start to get faster The only way out is to let it beat you

Stars Tiny white specks Scattered, across the universe Such beauty unknown to man So simple, yet so enchanting So far away, yet seeming so close So close I can touch them now Their pure beauty dancing within my hands Now mine to keep To fight away the darkness The stars, the beautiful, enchanting stars Light the way home