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My inability To compete With my life's misfit Am I not dying Or approaching death Closer and clearer Each day appears My end Am I not dying With pain in the chest With the inability to compete With sorrows, I have met Dead past too Unfortunately It is not dead for me As I move I carry much pain Many angry thoughts For revenge Still, I work Though I fail to succeed How long without water Will plants breed There is no seed remaining There is no place called Relief No friend Enough to guarantee Peace I am at unease I am at unease Is suicide Is murder The only way we die Is killing a person Each day by hurt Agreed way that One can apply Or is this not murder Or is it sane Who will define Ill hea

If he forced himself on me he would surely tear me into two! I had to make a move soon or else there would be serious trouble. I started rushing through the best murdering techniques in my head. Firstly, I couldn’t attack him while he was awake. He would be too strong, I needed to wait until he fell deeply asleep and moved his arm from my waist. While waiting for him to release my waist, I continued plotting how to take my revenge.

"That will do, Ed if she can say that before your parents. An obstacle between us will be cleared off." But, he didn't answer. Instead, he reached for the heavy velvet curtain and pulled it shut, saying arrogantly, "A little sunburn will do nothing to you until you decide what's best for you, Sonya." He was leaving me to ash! He didn't know after rebirth my strength was weekend and I could not tolerate sun as much as I used to. I collapsed against the door, the rays hitting my shoulders like molten lead. I closed my eyes, bracing for the familiar agony of my previous death, when suddenly, a shadow, massive and cold, fell over me.

Mu Zi quietly looked at him and said after a moment, "Let's hope so." She turned around and prepared to get into the car when Jiang Huan suddenly called out to her, "Why doesn't anyone suspect him of suicide? Maybe he killed himself!" Mu Zi's steps paused and she glanced back at him, "Because of comfort, Jiang Huan, no one wants to commit suicide naked." Being naked meant that one's body would be naked and indecent when it was found. Usually suicides want to say goodbye to the world in a dignified manner, and subconsciously pursue a sense of comfort, such as jumping off a building to commit suicide would take off their shoes, while those who swallow sleeping pills would lie in bed fully clot

"The only thing I can identify these days is what is bad for me. Not my fault they look so incredible anyway, but still." "Are you okay, love?" Natalia looked worried. "Do you want to talk about it?" "Honestly? No, I don't." Wendy shrugged. "Not yet, at least. I can't put it to words because it is all so— I will tell you when I am ready to, okay? Don't worry about me." "But—" Natalia began. "Cross my heart and hope to die, I will not do anything stupid like jumping off a bridge or I'm front of a moving train. I know that suicide is not the answer, you know?" Wendy laughed.

Suicide. Of all things, Joslyn committed suicide. Why? Why would she do that? I have already read the suicide not, but it makes no sense. The suicide not goes like this: To all my loved ones, if you are reading this, it means that am already gone. And when I say I'm gone, I mean dead. The fact that I took my own life will be really shocking to you all, I know. And I also know that everyone will want an explanation.

He slowly traced his fingers over my lips and slid his thumb finger inside my mouth as he ordered “ suck it “ and I did because if I denied then the next second I know I'll get a slap from him. And I no longer can bear the beating from him. It hurts, everywhere and I can't take it anymore so I sucked his thumb and closed my eyes to make him believe that I'm enjoying this. Do I ? i wish i was dead rather than breathing, alive and being a sex toy for him whenever he wants to satisfy his lubido. I wish i was dead, when i tried to jump off from the school building but the moment i looked down from being on the top of the building i shivered. I tried to drag my body, I did try to jump but my body

she asked like an ignorant. Basil grimaced, "Idiot." He whispered. "It's a mental illness, love. Even single things can make me angry. Like what had you done—you disobeyed me when I told you not to go upstairs and just stay with me but you told me that you're going to leave." Irish didn't speak in his back. She doesn't know what the right words to say. "Having this disorder there are two things that I can do if I lost my self—it's either I kill or I suicide. So, you're lucky that you are still alive," he grinned, "and lucky for me because I'm not the type of person in suicidal thought."

What's more selfish? Committing suicide or forcing someone to stay in a world where they were so unhappy? It had been days and Ride had already been discharged but Sane hadn't answered the question yet. He’d often think about it over and over again, trying to find the answer to that question, weighing things along the way.

she said, looking down. I was trembling a little. Was Marisa going to show me who she was, and she was going to push me to fall into the cliff below? Marisa smiled. "Dear Daphne. You must remember one thing. There is no such thing as an easy suicide. If you decide to jump from a height to end your life, you will die. But before you die, you'll feel excruciating pain. The water will tear your lungs, and one second will feel like an hour. You can no longer move and wait for that slow second to end your pain. Do you know what I mean?"