I'm not sure if God would forgive me. My soul was now bonded to this earth that poeple walked upon. Now looking back, I realized that I don't feel any pain. I felt alive.

Written because of personal experiences and inspired by a few online suicidal friends on various websites

a different take on a funeral

My head hurts.

An idea I had for a mental boardgame. A race game like Ludo. I'm sure it works but I'm not sure how boring/fun it is.

the light has gone out my dark eyed girl

Trapped alone, Away from there, I hear them. In that darkened hall, I rust with the bars that lock me all day In this house Of ravished choices Neglected cremated noises