You've decided to do it. Life is impossible. Suicide is your way out. Fine--but before you kill yourself consider these facts: Suicide is not usually successful. You think you know a way to guarantee it Ask the 25-year-old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived. But both his arms are gone. What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he leapt from a building. Now, he's brain-damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog. But, worst of all, he KNOWS he used to be normal. What about pills? Ask the 12-year-old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die of liver damage? You turn yellow. It's a hard way to go. What about a gun? Ask the 24-year-old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his foolproof suicide. You might too. But... Who will clean your blood off the carpet or scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job--but SOMEONE has to do it. Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you've drowned? Who will be the one to find you? Your father? Your mother? Your wife? Your son? The carefully worded loving suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will NEVER completely recover. They'll feel regret and an unending pain. Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with his cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight, and he may do it ten years from now. You DO have other choices. There are people who can help you through this crisis. Call a hotline. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will tell you that there's hope. Maybe you'll find it in the mail tomorrow. Or in a phone call this weekend. But what you're seeking could be just a minute, a month, or a day away. You say you don't want to be stopped? Still want to do it? Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we'll work with whatever you have left. Her pretty smile drawn from her face Her eyes a pool of tears She was my one closest friend I'd known throughout the years But something weird had happened She wasnt exactly the same She hid behind that grin she wore Just covering the pain She lost her every confidence The day her spirits died She tried to hide the sorrows To cover up the tears she cried The people didnt understand They couldnt see the truth That they had caused the pain she bared Killed this prideful happy youth She always cared what others thought It left her in such pain Because what others think is always mean For People are so vain One day she couldnt bear it She killed herself in strife The people who were rude to her Had cost that girl her life So take this razor and sign your name across my wrist' so everyone will know who left me like this.* So next time when you look at my wrist and say nobody in this world thinks about you, you can remember - I do.* Although I might act like it doesnt hurt.. Your words cut me deeper than any of my knives. These bandages cover more than scrapes. Cuts and bruises from regret and mistakes what you would expect. A perfect child? With pretty scars all over my wrists Im sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you. Now that I've felt this way it seems as if forever pain or love no longer affect me. After being hurt so many times I feel almost nothing and the funny thing about is most of those times I was the one who hurt myself. if I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol I would and end it for good to say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should these problems are piling all at once cause everything that bothers me I got it bottled up I think I'm bottoming out but I'm not about to give up I got to get up I'm staring down at the scars I have the scars that you left me with.. Yeah I got to scar I can talk about. In fact, I have many. When I wake up alone, the shades are still drawn on the cold window pane so they cast their lines on my bed and lines on my face. I feel like hanging myself with a barbed rope on the tallest and shadiest tree swinging from left to right with a smile on my face. I hope you are happy now. I'm not getting over you... I'm just getting used to the pain [Id rather bleed with cuts of love then live without any scars] in the last 30 years ` .. teenage suicide has increased 300% in North America suicide.... giving hopeless people hope Suicide is just one person escaping the world without even getting back at the people that made her kill herself~ so cut my wrists and black my eyes . So I can fall asleep tonight and die' because you kill me and you know this you kill me well you like it too can