Songs About Suicidal Thoughts Novels & Stories

"I know this is coming to an end Aware of all the pain that will ensue And when it leaves a hole inside my chest I'm not sure how I'll cover up the wound My body's filled with my regret And sorrow Gloomy symphonies fill my head, mhh Tonight I think I'll write the saddest song To cleanse me of your memory and mend me when you're gone I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song And maybe when I play it in my room I won't feel so empty when I'm thinking about you I can feel we're barely holding on So tonight I think I'll write the saddest song Mhh-mh, mhh, Mhh-mh

Before anyone else could say anything she started singing, 'Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah Hmm yeah, psycho Tell me who you think you are Coming in to break my heart Make it like an operation But I ain't one of your patients Could've least waited but you don't play that game I can't get you off my brain Keep on popping pills for the pain But as soon as I go wake up Still caught up in your games No, I can't get out of this haze (Oh, Woah) Tears are almost gone, still got symptoms in my heart So tell me what's the cure for you (The cure for you)

so romantic' 'Ohhh, that sucks' 'Hope the kiss won't come again' 'she's so in hell' that last one kinda get me, I look over at Hanna and I felt myself shuffling her mind, her face widen in surprise, she must have felt the force, that haven't happened to me before, I can only hear immediate thought not shuffle through someone's mind, it must have been the rage, yes I have rage...when I'm so mad, I just have the effect.

“They sing songs of regret. I do not think I have ever heard anything quite as beautiful, even the angels' choirs.” I listened to the simple melodies of the tinkling leaves. They almost seemed to be voices- deep baritone oaks, tenor pines, soprano birch. “Are they like this forever?” I said, pitying the lost souls. “Only until they have forgiven themselves. Suicide is no sin, Fianna. It is a tragedy, truly, but the depths of despair a person are in to commit the act are punishment enough.”

Any part of me at all, he took that shit as if he fucking owned it All I'm doing is relaying what I'm thinking, but not saying I been locked up with my own thoughts, I aint even fucking praying I been locked inside me room, I feel like I been going crazy I begin to hear my heart break all over again. After all this time of repairing my broken heart and broken spirit , it is easily broken just by thinking back on the events. I fist my shirt , pulling at my shirt hoping that will help – obliviously it does not. Memories of that day become more detailed as I sit back and watch the horror show happen right in front of my very eyes. Front seat of his SUV, we drunk and he on top of me It start to

But, I was pretty sure I heard someone singing. Wait, a ghost? They said there are a lot of ghosts roaming around the hospitals. Is there a ghost who could sing? Wait, I think I remembered the lyrics. It was a Mayday Parade song. I browsed for my phone and started listening to the song until I found the specific lyrics I heard. I could never imagine we'd end up this way After all that we went through now, I'm fighting through the pain It's like this heart that's been broken so close to screaming

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

A shinning star I had a dream , I got everything I wanted Not what you'd think and if I'm being honest, It's might have been a nightmare I think I died.. Nobody cried, nobody even noticed I saw them standing right there , kinda thought they might care But they didn't... I tried to scream, but my head was underwater... They called me weak, like I'm not just somebody's daughter It's like a nightmare...a dream But it felt like they were right there... Just looking and doing nothing

One, two and three. I turned him over and stopped breathing. Have you ever felt like there is too much oxygen? There is a pressure on my chest, suffocation. The tumbles in my soul shake me, a cold war is being written, the debate has leaned towards the fateful. Lethality slips into my thoughts, those that tend to disturb and please at the same time a madman in despair. Desire climbs into my mind and makes me a victim of the suicide vine. I have never thought about taking my own life, but the folly crosses my mind. If they're going to take a part of me away, I'd rather banish myself completely.

I don't know why, but he didn't say anything to me he just handed over his mic to me maybe he can see that I was not in good condition. I gripped the mic tightly took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Started to sing while The band joined too Song:- On my way. Lyrics, (My eyes were shut but of those painful memories played in front of me, All that pain which I buried deep down in my heart. My parents, Abuse, Deaths, Rape, and my heart clenched hard remembering them.) Song ended. I can feel my tears flowing through my eyes; I opened my eyes and quickly wiped my tears.