The thought of suicide
Put the gun to my head
Put the knife to my neck
Put the pills to my mouth
The thought of suicide
Jump off a building no screaming
Put a plastic trash bag over my head
Yes thank you am done am gone am dead
The thought of suicide blows my mind
I wouldn’t do it if I was doin fine in this life of mine
But it comes a time and I know this is my time to die
The thought of suicide runs threw my vains exceeds thew my brain
The thought of suicide is in my mind
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The farthest distance froma problem is your knees to the floor.. Pray he is listening always
Never Write about that how stupid can you get… when your life is in doubt don't kill ourself work it out
get yourself some help there. see a psychiatrist
I thought that your poem was so write.. and the only reason that you all don’t think that’s because you all are preppy that have nothing wrong with your life and you half the time don’t know what people are going through so shut you mouth.
It's just a way for the author to express her feeling then this will actually prevent her from doing so
i hope that your life gets turned upside down