Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.

Flower, flower
Petals picked and trashed
You gave me all you had to give
I left you in the grass

Spring, spring
Winters come and passed
Flowers grow again but
My wilted lovely didnt last

Horror, horror
What have i become
Destroying all her beauty
Just for sporting fun

Tape, tape
Put her petals back
I picked up all the peices
Yet my lovely seems to lack

Time, time
Still she falls apart
I cant undo the damage
That i've done upon her heart

A poet's job is to describe the indescribable
Today, I fail to be a poet
Of the strings on my heart,
One has snapped
Rest in peace, Chester
We should have heard your cries