I won’t leave you again. With a hug or praying hands I would squeeze my trigger until I am sent on a downward chute. I have altered my altar. I could cut my losses in a blood red gloss, gory, because he’s in a loveless story. Too wasted to waste what I want. That is a tough pill to swallow, not for me; I could gulp down a gallon, never gagging. Death will never happen, not to me, I will be that person that wins life. I am that loser. You can have all my hurt and regret, I would not want to infect your soul with my dirt. I am a broken beauty; it’s never in the eyes of the beholder, not when it’s my eye’s I will be holding. How can I escape me? These blasted memories are suicide. All I can do is stand as man and fight what I am. Just because I smile doesn’t mean I am like you.
If you or anyone is having problems, there is always help out there. You can always message me, I reply back to everyone.
Samaritans (United Kingdom)
Telephone – 116 123
Suicide and Crisis lifeline (North America)
Telephone – 988