Suicidal Thoughts Song Novels & Stories

I was constantly weak, and I could not seem to focus. Life was unpredictable. Just when my desire to live was reignited, I felt death creeping closer to me every day. During the last week of my life, Vincent suddenly confessed his love to me with a bouquet. Before his loving and expectant gaze, I felt a lump in my throat. I did not know how to tell him that I was about to die in a week. I could not say anything as I stared into his honest eyes. Vincent thought I was rejecting him by remaining silent. He looked crestfallen but still smiled and comforted me.

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

"This one's new. I wrote it yesterday. It's called 'The Flame.'" I played the opening chords. This song was different. Fierce. About survival and strength and refusing to be extinguished. *They thought they owned me* *Thought they'd bought my soul* *But you can't purchase fire* *Can't auction off the coal* *They thought they broke me* *Crushed my spirit down* *But ashes birth new phoenixes* *And queens don't need a crown* The lyrics were about Darren without naming him. About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy.

A series of thoughts kept popping into her mind but the one with the greater effect was the suicidal thoughts. "Maybe you should just end this miserable life, your life is a total mess. How will you come out of this chaos?" That voice echoed in her head. At that moment, she forgot about preachings and sermons based on "suicide is not an option." No, that notion can't convince her at this moment. She got up on her feet, picked up her phone, and deactivated her account at once. "There's a snipper in the store room that is faster." A voice whispered.

I felt like singing so I went down to the music room. And to be honest I feel warmth after singing. Music gives me comfort and make me feel at peace I sat down in front of piano and and hitting the keys of my favorite song which was If only by Dove Cameron A million thoughts in my head Should I let my heart keep listening 'Cause up 'til now I've walked the line Nothing lost but something missing I can't decide What's wrong, what's right Which way should I go

But again no one is me. I can't make it stop But I can't hold anymore. I'm losing myself slowly As days passing by lately I don't know Until, how long. I can hold on I can't sleep at nights The overthinking is not fine But I can't help it I want everything to stop please These days people scare me I can't look them into eyes These days I can't eat Because I don't feel at ease I know I'm not alone I have people around me But they don't seem to notice

I would gladly switch places with her if it meant escaping this unbearable fate. Lately, my heart is heavy with frustration and sorrow. The burden of my thoughts is so overwhelming that I have begun to entertain ideas I never thought possible. There are moments when I wonder if it would be better to simply end it all. The thought of suicide, once unthinkable, now crosses my mind more often than I care to admit. I feel trapped, as if there is no escape from this endless cycle of pain.

XIENNE I can see you from behind You can hear me in your mind Now I know what is my favorite song. It always plays on my mind. There's something in the lyrics that urges me to kill. Kill everyone who degraded me. "Will you stop singing that song? Creepy head," she said. No matter how hard she tries to be brave, I know she's afraid. I laughed. What a pitiful creature? This is her last day, won't she make anything good? Say anything nice to me? She's facing her death now.

THIRD PERSON POINT OF VIEW "The unfortunate. I think I know what it means, the unfortunate are those who have the power to dream. That means the music didn’t kill me because it can’t and that’s the same reason why it didn’t kill her, the music only complied her to kill herself because it only has the power to torture her” she said as she wiped her tears "It does really matter now, even if the music can’t kill me, I won’t be able to leave the rest of my life in this house with the memories of my friend's death" she whimpered

And at that moment, I heard his inner thoughts. “It’s just cleaning. She won’t mind. If she really wanted a divorce, she would have left by now. The fact that she followed me here proves she can’t live without me.” I could also hear Rayan’s and Margaret’s inner thoughts. “This is so embarrassing. I’d rather die than admit she’s my mother.” “Divorce? What a joke. If she’s so capable, why is she following us here? I knew a housewife couldn’t stir up any real trouble.”