Why do you watch me burn in the cold,dark-red fire? Like hope that never last Why do you cut me on the darkest days? Like the blade that just came by Why am I still with you? I don't know. You trick me into love and I end up in misery. Why do you leave me here to hang Like the noose now connected to my neck Why do you let me go with the wind Like my legs swaying above the ground Hear my suffering, hear me die Just don't forget to say goodbye

The view on life isn't just change , but time

So it's back once more, back up the slope.
Why do they always ruin my rope
with their cuts?
I felt so ready the other day,
Had a real foretaste of eternity
In my guts.

Spoonfeeding me yet another sip
from life's cup.
I don't want it, won't take any more of it.
Let me throw up.

Life is medium rare and good, I see,
And the world full of soup and bread,
But it won't pass into the blood for me,
Just goes to my head.

It makes me ill, though others it feeds;
Do see that I must deny it!
For a thousand years from now at least
I'm keeping a diet.

"You don't believe in God? You're going to Hell!" As an Atheist, what makes you think that I care whether I'm going to Heaven or Hell?

Amy had always thought she was too vain and selfish to seriously contemplate suicide, also too afraid of pain. She realized now that when she'd thought that, she hadn't understood how painful existence could get. It could get so painful, it turned out, that any other kind of pain began to seem preferable. She felt ridiculous thinking these goth-teenager thoughts, but they were real.

They say suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem, but sometimes that problem isn't so temporary.