little-miss-quirky

'Twas a week before Christmas and full of despair, anger and loneliness She sat in a chair, with vodka and Prozac and painkillers too Remembering all that she had gone through. Growing so weary of smiling all year, she could no longer pretend to be full of good cheer. As lights on the tree twinkled so brightly she now felt the sorrow she suffered from nightly. She swallowed the tablets along with her rage, and in her notebook turned to a blank page; "I can't go on living, it doesn't feel right. So goodbye to all and to all a good night."

Sweet suicide Why won’t you come rescue me? I’m trapped here In the pit With the slippery walls Unable to climb out Sweet suicide Why aren’t you there? I’m unhappy here In my life With the painful memories That won’t go away Sweet suicide Why is there no hope? I’m not well In the dark With no hope left And life is so hard Sweet suicide Save me