Close off everythingDoors, windows, peepholes, and retreat thoughts.First, you will feel a headache,Then a pain in the throatAn urge to call it offa regretDon't move, just waitUntil it's too lateYou are too weak to stayJust jumpDon't leave a noteYou have a bad handwriting,And nothing can be worse than a misunderstood suicide notePrint one if you mustMake it funnyLike: Don't disturbYou don't want to cause them painIt's enough that you are leaving soonTwoGo to the market, choose a butcher knife with the sharpest blade.If you had a shitty life you want a fancy death,and if you had a fancy life, you will not stand a shitty deathSmile to the lady, tell her a jokeLike: Can I try one first!Whatever you do,Don't buy anything elseYou want her to remember your face;
The idiot who asked for the sharpest blade
-as if it's not enough to ask for a butcher knife
She needs to remember your face when the police askUnless you think it's funny to accuse someone,Accuse someone!I'm joking, don'tseriously Do Not They will steal your gloryDon't do it in the bathroom,
Have some self-respectYou can do it in the bedroom!No, it’s too messyIn the kitchen!No
You will be remembered every time they chub meatOn the balcony!It’s too cold, You want a warm death,Fine, do it in the bathroom.But replace the toothbrush with pens and the soap with sticky notes, the sponge with clips, and your towel with your graduation gown.Cut vertically, it might hurt,But remember, staying hurts more.You will cry,
It's getting messyKeep goingKeep cuttingThere's nothing more ridiculous than going to the ER for attempted suicide.Everyone will think it was a call for attention, "an attempt," as if it was not intended to work.No one would understand that attention can not be called by a sharp blade
unless you are a butcher in the Tuesday market.Finish what you startDon't leave a noteNothing can be worse than bloody paperAnd you don't want to cause them painIt's enough that you are leaving soon.ThreeFill the bathtub with water-If you found one that would fit you first-Hot waterLife was cold enough, you want a warm death.Don't be naked wear , something funnyMake them laugh,Bunny custom, a tie on a colorful shirt, or pants under a skirtDon't put makeupYou have had your share of fakenessAn honest death is what you seekBreak every record by staying downUntil everything fades,the bubbles, the selling, and the noise in your headLife wasn't so badBut death will taste better
When you drink it upDrink everything up.Keep in mind that if you stopyou will have to explain the drenched custom on the floor, the graduation gown on the bathroom wall, and the high water bill.Don't leave a noteNothing can be worse than a paper that milt while being readAnd you don't want to cause them painIt's enough that you are leaving soon.FourDon’t use pillsPills are trickyThey can cause diarrhea or spread rashesYou will need a stomach cleaningAnd nothing can be worse than having a hose in your mouth,while a bunch of strangers are batting on your shoulders.-The wrong pills will make hair grow on your eyeballs -
I was toldWhen I asked for a pill to lock my demonsThe pills didn’t put the demons to bedDidn’t switch off the fights in my headBut grew a rainforest in my eyeballsand made me bitter.Life is bitter enoughYou deserve a sweeter death.So don’t use pillsAnd don’t use a gun,Guns are cold and blindPlusYou aren't strong enough to pull the triggerDon’t swing like a pendulumYou are not holy enough to become a strange fruit.Don’t jump from a high buildingYou may fly,or bounce backEverything bounces back.
Whatever you choose, don’t leave a note
It will be posted on Facebook and shared by strangers
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