102 degrees does not rival what your eyes convey Trickle of sweat Parched mouth Labored breathing One more thing will sinch my demise “Baby…I miss that mouth.” I’m a puddle.

Death came quickly, I remember. But not quick enough.I suffered. Suicide is painful in so many ways,to myself, to others. And for those others,deep emotional pain followedand internal scars inflicted by my selfishness!By my self-pity!By my own choice! I say this, don't do...

Your soul has withered, your conscience dead, your eyes don't cry, you have a heart of ice, your face so pale, so clammy everywhere, every word you utter to me filled with vulgarity... gives me violent shivers...   Why vicious?   You stole my heart and never gave it back, still you try...