Since when were things so complicated?
Suicide is, apparently, a 13 to 14 year old thing
For so many dear friends have had these thoughts
These desires to cause the ultimate harm
To all of us left living
What so many people don't realize is that
When you kill yourself, you kill your friends
Your family, and even those who don't know you
It affects everybody, not just you
You sentence yourself to death
You sentence your friends and family to life without you
You sentence them to a lifetime of guilt
A whole eternity of "why?"
You think you have it bad, well, look at this
If you take that knife and put it to use
Imagine how their lives are going to be
Without you there as a friend or more than a friend
No, you can't unselfishly commit suicide
For in order to protect you from yourself
Your loved ones would do anything
Do you really want to let go
And force everyone else to hold onto
Your self-centered departure?
Too much blood has too much potential
Potential to gush and spill out of once virgin wrists
So since when did suicide solve everything?