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As the mist fills your vision and the darkness clouds your judement

You have become so very insular but you can't see that

Your so wrapped up in your own thoughts



Always this obssesion with death

Harm

Mutilation

But it proves nothing

It only proves that you can't cope

But as your options seem to leave you



And the world turns it back you

I want you to turn around

Because perhaps it is not the world that has turned its back on you

You may have turned your back on the world



No one can help you except yourself

If you are not willing to admit to the voices in your head that you are paranoid

Then you cannot seek help

And help will not seek you



So don't bitch to me about your problems because i wont listen anymore

They are so inane

There is a bigger picture you just aren't seeing it

So stop with this obsession of the past think to the future



The future is what you make of it so even if it all seems bleak look a little harder

The answer you seek is within you

Listen

The voice of reason is there

It may be masked by the deamons that roam freely in you head but listen past them



Some say suicide is just the cowards way out

Others say its a brave thing to do

I think its stupid

It doesn't solve anything



It just says i'm spiteful and don't care about anyone or anything except myself

I don't think of the people i'll hurt

And i'm so lost i can't see a way out



There is ALWAYS another option

Sometimes you just can't see it