This feeling just wont go away, it depresses me every single day. Selfharm and suicide floods in my head, all these words unspoken. None of them said.

Everything keeps crashing into disaster, time needs to stop but it keeps on getting faster.

They dont call it commiting suicide anymore, they call it completion. That's what you'll be remembered for.

All the famous people not remembered for their art, but only  for the different ways they choose to depart.


  • FredPeyer

    Wow! Short, but powerful. I do like your straight forward writing. Well penned, Billie-Jade!

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