I found them both on my room;Her long legs wrapping him up;You could tell,From the blush in her face,That she was in the peak of ecstasy;Cold,I went towards them;«Tell me!»I told her;«Why do you do this?»She saw me straight...

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...