Criisy Caso

(5-22-95 / New York)

My Suicide Note


Suicide ohh Suicide...
I've always wanted to commit suicide
why wouldn't it happen?
ooh how i wisheed i had a gun instead of this little razor
ooh how i wished i had a rope instead of this knife
ooh how i wished i'll be dead
how much more do i need to wait?
Suicide why can't i get you of my mind?
Suicide why are you so powerful?
Suicide make this the last taer i cry
Suicide make this the last blade that cuts
Suicide make this the last cut i try
Suicide make this be the last light i see
Suicide ooh Suicide make the pain go away - get off my mind, off my head..
Suicide take me with you

Submitted: Friday, July 03, 2009

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  • B A-P (8/8/2009 12:36:00 AM)

    Hey, I'm in the same kind of situation. This really touched me. I'm only 15 in High School and my life is pretty bad already. I've wanted to commit suicide many times. I've tried once but failed. Hang in there.10+ overall. (Report) Reply

  • Frank Longbottom (7/3/2009 10:32:00 AM)

    Its good, and its true.10 from me
    Dont give up hope, even if it seems as if is sliping away. It will always be there (Report) Reply

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