:icon9:muje marane ke liye chahyeeeeeeeeee.....tumhar pas koi tips hai kya
Oye..Abhi....TIPS (cassette)sirf Murder ka hai....and not Suicide ka...chalega kya? ha ha ha
Just don't be scared and put a smile on your face,
'cause together we'll make the world a better place...Wonderful:razz: lines....chalo Suicide ka khatra tho Tala
From India, Delhi
Oye..Abhi....TIPS (cassette)sirf Murder ka hai....and not Suicide ka...chalega kya? ha ha ha
Just don't be scared and put a smile on your face,
'cause together we'll make the world a better place...Wonderful:razz: lines....chalo Suicide ka khatra tho Tala
From India, Delhi
Harsh words & violent blows
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted
From India, Pune
Hidden secrets nobody knows
Eyes are open, hands are fisted
Deep inside I'm warped & twisted
So many tricks & so many lies
Too many whens & too many whys
Nobody's special, nobody's gifted
I'm just me, warped & twisted
Sleeping awake & choking on a dream
Listening loudly to a silent scream
Call my mind, the number's unlisted
Lost in someone so warped & twisted
On my knees, alive but dead
Look at the invisible blood I've bled
I'm not gone, my mind has drifted
Don't expect much, I'm warped & twisted
Burnt out, wasted, empty, & hollow
Today's just yesterday's tomorrow
The sun died out, the ashes sifted
I'm still here, warped & twisted
From India, Pune
Death Not Being The Way
:sad::sad:
I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:
"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."
Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was meant to be.
From India, Pune
:sad::sad:
I held the knife so close to my heart.
Like a foolish child I sat and I cried,
Didn't realize what I had done, what I had tried.
Tears mixed with blood, falling slowly to the ground.
Covered in blood, pulled myself up, in tears scribed:
"To those who don't care, to those who can't see,
Never Give up always thrive to be free."
Didn't know how many people would later cry.
"Tried to be free, yet I see this isn't the way."
Friend at the door, ran as fast as she could.
Too weak to say I'm sorry, otherwise I would.
In tears, looked at the blue sad day.
When you come and see this pool of blood and me,
This isn't the way my life was meant to be.
From India, Pune
Last
:icon9::icon9:
For everything there must come a last.
A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.
A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.
A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage...
Or even the last words written on a page.
But the worst last thing is your last breath
because what is to follow will surely be your death
From India, Pune
:icon9::icon9:
For everything there must come a last.
A last minute, a last hour, a last month, day, or year.
A last drink, a last coke, a last tequila, scotch, or beer.
A last love, a last heart, a last kiss, hug, or rage...
Or even the last words written on a page.
But the worst last thing is your last breath
because what is to follow will surely be your death
From India, Pune
No matter, how bad pitch of life is there,
No matter, How tough the target is,
No matter, How many has already given up..
No matter, what so ever...
Never.... Never.... Never get hit wicket... play at your level best...
:):):)
From India, Calcutta
No matter, How tough the target is,
No matter, How many has already given up..
No matter, what so ever...
Never.... Never.... Never get hit wicket... play at your level best...
:):):)
From India, Calcutta
Wave Of Mutilation
by Bec
I press my forehead on the window
And through it watch children
Playing on the lawn
Desolation pulses through my veins
And my futile fingers reach out for guidance
I savor the blade, sinking deeper than blue
I can taste tranquility for a wavering instance
The anger flows down my arm as the bitter black blood
Burns off my fingertips
Death swims before me in hazy illusion
Images of eternity skip shamelessly through my mind
Pain surrounds, I am resolved to be - still
I run my hand on the tear stained window
And distorted through it
Watch children playing on the lawn.
From India, Pune
by Bec
I press my forehead on the window
And through it watch children
Playing on the lawn
Desolation pulses through my veins
And my futile fingers reach out for guidance
I savor the blade, sinking deeper than blue
I can taste tranquility for a wavering instance
The anger flows down my arm as the bitter black blood
Burns off my fingertips
Death swims before me in hazy illusion
Images of eternity skip shamelessly through my mind
Pain surrounds, I am resolved to be - still
I run my hand on the tear stained window
And distorted through it
Watch children playing on the lawn.
From India, Pune
Confessions of a Cutter
Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I :oops::oops::oops:
From India, Pune
Silence
Only tears
As I press the blade
Against my pale skin
Red
The blood flows
From the wounds
Echoing my inner pain
Satisfaction
As I feel the knife
Slicing into me
I only deserve pain
Anguish
As I realize what I've done
I feel accomplishment
As I gaze at the marks upon my skin
Stares
People are horrified
Don't understand why
Neither do I :oops::oops::oops:
From India, Pune
Hi Ravi, This suicide post shows a lot of pain. It made me cry coz one of my gud friend has committed suicide nd now he is not with us. Don’t hav words wat to say? Thanks Suman
From India, Gurgaon
From India, Gurgaon
all have to go one day suman ,, even you , me , everyone, then why cry,, sab mitti mein mil jayege ek din,, :p:p:p
From India, Pune
From India, Pune
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