Alone
Am I alone? The only one who had never known Of the gift that was given to all but my own A strange comfort; The boon of knowing That everything was to stay And that nothing was going To be secure in your thoughts and ideas That there was...
NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE
The following is a work of fiction, any similarities to people or events are accident and non-intentional. If the following offends you in any way please tell me so I know who to tell directly not to read what lines or what works of literature that I...
What Is This Thing They Call Love?
The ones of suicide, they came back flooding in fast. this time however, nothing was keeping me from doing it! my steps fell heavy upon the stairs as i slowly counted the 1,300 steps up.
Selfish Death
**selfish death** by kanga liu ~ _just a short little piece i wrote at the top of my head one night about suicide._ the snow bit my face, but i didn't mind the feeling. the snow was my friend today.
Ricky & Lola
I used to have a dog. He was a Golden Retriever; we got him when he was barely old enough to be taken from his mom, I was barely 6 weeks old. I loved him very much, I had an attachment to the dog that no one else in the family had. We shared a close...
Chapter 9-Is this the End or the Beginning (Final Chapter)
Marquez open the note i left for carlos and then quickly call carlos to tell him of my attempt at suicide. i arrived at the hotel and look at the elevator.
The End Of My Black Dahlia
It contains, in this order, murder, rape, murder and suicide. as of late, blue october has been a major inspiration for my writing. as of right now, they are my muse. well, not only blue october is, but hollywood undead is as well.
Sadness
Hi, this first ones gonna be quite different to the ones i've done so far, hope you find it entertaining NOTE: all these stories that i write are done while i listen to Metalicia's Nothing Else Matters, The Unforgiven and Savin me by Nickle back,...
Vestiges
Any suicidal tendencies?" the toaster dinged, joe retrieved its contents, blowing a rush of air up to ruffle his bangs. "gosh, i never thought so. i hate to think i might have missed them.
Place Your Bets - By Nathan Iverson
**PLACE YOUR BETS** By Nathan Glen Iverson It was the middle of the afternoon as the hot July sun hung high in the sky, threatening to break the triple digit record if one more car should start its engine. Waves of heat rose off the hot asphalt...
Dreamless Sleep
I am laying in my bed, when I start to cry. At a time when I feel so sad, I wish I would just die. Thinking of how my life has been, surviving in a world of pain. Where I never wanted to be seen, trying not to go insane. But now something has...
Have You No Shame?
Like a suicide letter?" "nah... just seemed to up and hang herself. pretty sad, if you ask me." they got to her room, where another paramedic was precariously taking her off the noose she had made for herself of her own clothing.