"Suicide, suicide wishing I were dead.
Suicide, suicide deep in my head.
Suicide, suicide cutting my wrists.
Suicide, suicide I'm so done with this.
2 days, 2 days left until I die.
2 days, 2 days 'til the last tear I'll cry.
2 days, 2 days until I am all gone.
2 days, 2 days 'til the dark breaks the dawn.
Suicide, suicide deep inside my head.
Suicide, suicide now I'm almost dead.
Suicide, suicide turn out the light.
Suicide, suicide good bye, good night."
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"If my Valentine you won't be, I'll hang myself on your Christmas tree." - Ernest Hemingway, 88 Poems. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"If wild my breast and sore my pride,
I bask in dreams of suicide.
If cool my heart and high my head,
I think 'How lucky are the dead."
- Dorothy Parker, The Complete Poems of Dorothy Parker. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"People pontificate, "Suicide is selfishness." Career churchmen like Pater go a step further and call in a cowardly assault on the living. Oafs argue this specious line for varying reason: to evade fingers of blame, to impress one's audience with one's mental fiber, to vent anger, or just because one lacks the necessary suffering to sympathize. Cowardice is nothing to do with it - suicide takes considerable courage. Japanese have the right idea. No, what's selfish is to demand another to endure an intolerable existence, just to spare families, friends, and enemies a bit of soul-searching."
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