Poem+quote

Hey people

I wrote this really depressing poem the other day. Called The Art of Suicide. Here goes:

there are so many way to
do the deed
but I have to say
that the most beautiful way is if you
slit your wrists
drawing the razor blade over
the silver scars and red cuts
then
quickly, before your time runs out
you write a note
something to leave behind
to tell them that its not their fault
to try and ease their guilt
to leave one last message to the world
you write it on paper
a wall
a floor
yourself
you write it not in ink or pencil
but in your own life's blood
gleaming wetly crimson
and then
you lay down
clasp a flower between your hands
fade off to sleep
and
never
come
back

ever. the final goodbye.

So, what'd you think? Just FYI, I am not contemplating suicide. Not really, anyway. My friends don't deserve that. Neither do my family.
I think at some point in their life everyone thinks about suicide. Because when you really think about it, why the hell are here if life is so hard?

And if the only way to mute the pain is taken from you, how are you supposed to go on?

"We are male and female. We are artists, athletes, students, and business owners. We have depression, PTSD, eating disorders, borderline personalities, bipolar disorder, or maybe no formal diagnosis at all. Some of us were abused, some were not. We are straight, bi, and gay. We come from all walks of life and can be any age. We are every single race or religion that you can possibly think of. Our common link is this: We are in pain. We self-injure. And we are not freaks."

Peace and love and all that shit-
Liza