Songs About Suicidal Thoughts Novels & Stories

RPOV Songs: Tired as Fuck by The Staves, I'm in Here by Sia, Cocoon by Marty O'Reilly & The Old Soul Orchestra, Movement by Hozier I sat up, finally relenting on feeling sorry for myself. It had been a long time since I'd cried like that, but the thought of the Dragomirs being ashamed of me was the tipping point to my resolve.

Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow Best laid plans sometimes are just a one night stand I'll be damned, Cupid's demanding back his arrow So let's get drunk on our tears Luca closed his eyes and placed a hand over his heart as he sang, putting in as much of his build up emotions into the lyrics as he could. And God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young It's hunting season and the lambs are on the run Searching for meaning But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark? Who are we? Just a speck of dust within the galaxy? Woe is me If we're not careful turns into reality

You've been killing me softly And finally, the pain is too much Oh And I'm all out of whiskey To soak up the damage you've done Oh It's there is anything I'm guilty or of It's loving you too much If anybody asked how we died Call it suicide Don't fabricate Just tell them, baby It was suicide Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know..... Ahhhh, Call it suicide Oh... Don't fabricate (No don't fabricate it) Just tell them, baby It was suicide (It was...) Don't sugarcoat it, just let them know Ohhh...baby Just let them know Ohhh, just...heyy, hey

My mind is still bothered. /Oh, I'm in pieces, it is tearing me up, but I know A heart that's broken is a heart that's been loved/ The image of Steph and Khai that I saw on the rooftop keeps on flashing in my mind, and I feel a pang of pain somewhere inside my chest. /So, I'll sing Hallelujah You were an angel in the shape of my mum When I fell down you'd be there holding me up Spread your wings as you go And when God takes you back we'll say Hallelujah

A lot of secrets. Sometimes instead of the light that comes through... it's the darkness. I get so depressed that I don't want to eat. I just lay in my bed and cry, not being able to move. Not being able to talk. I lay in the dark and think about suicide. Thinking about ways, I would kill myself. I could slit my wrists. I could take a bottle of pills. I could lay out in the middle of the road at night when everyone goes to bed waiting for a car to run over me.