im in the middle of my own breakdown right now and everyone is just trying to keep me alive... and what am i doing? im reading poetry to make myself feel better... here is one i found that i figure many other people have read, but its a very good poem and everyone should read it...


Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.


of course there are other ways to do it... but im trying to ignore them...