But I repeatedly refused the easy way out
I have also thought of murder, once
But I guess, back then, was too scared to take that route
I have long planned a vacation too
But it never really pushed through
I had also wanted a break from all of this
But I was never really that strong with you; always amiss.
I had wished many things, over and over
But none of them ever came true - especially a lover
I have been working hard for something real
But I never got there... so what's new? What's the big deal?
I have loved, lost and loved again
But they say I need to keep on trying
I have tried, failed and tried again
But I am back at where I started; I'm so not lying
And now, I am thinking of suicide again
Or murder - the easy way out, much like then
But I guess I'll need to now sleep this over
Before I click delete and kill Tristan's Tales... poof, forever
But I never got there... so what's new? What's the big deal?
I have loved, lost and loved again
But they say I need to keep on trying
I have tried, failed and tried again
But I am back at where I started; I'm so not lying
And now, I am thinking of suicide again
Or murder - the easy way out, much like then
But I guess I'll need to now sleep this over
Before I click delete and kill Tristan's Tales... poof, forever
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I'd rather kill than be killed myself, Tristan, although suicide is like a deadly version of those twin-flavored popsicles of yore. A two-in-one taste of death, a morbid version of a drag queen's doble-kara act that lets you play both victim and murderer.
We all have our dark nights of the soul. Thankfully, writing allows us to exorcise our demons and live to fight another day.
"To annihilate the world by annihilation of one's self is the deluded height of desperate egoism. The simple way out of all the little brick dead ends we scratch our nails against.... I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb."
That's from Sylvia Plath.
Poet, novelist, suicide.
Don't suffocate underneath the bell jar, baby. Break it.
http://aikcomo.blogspot says:
now bravo for putting it clearly rudeboy and tristan luv, the bitch didnt live just to commit suicide you know!
get moving, time helps. it always does...
mare, huwag. maghunos-dili! :)
it won't solve the issue dude... talk to friends...
We are only conscious of death because we find the answers in life and the living. Live. Smile at all times. Be constantly in love.
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