suicied help for the losing

take one breath in. And breath out
Sit silently in you room and feel doubt
An other day may bring pain
Well a nights sleep is in vain

Dark walls feel better then white
And out side you'll feel better out of sight
breath in. And out and feel insanity
As
   It
      Comes
                   To hurt

Close your eyes and dreem of death as you choke at the end of your noose.
Every days tranquilitys are long gone as your happiness and yet no one knows. The feeling of existence is more pain full as a life time in a box. So sit there in your dark room and feel. Feel that annoying heart beat beat, and beat, and beat

Sit there in your dark room
Breath in. And out and taste the intoxicating air feel your lungs of hopes of death. We all feel. And need to be healed. But how? Scarlet water runs down your arms and legs and you hope the pain stops. You hope and hope and yet you still bleed. Cover up your arms with a long sleave and hope no one will see and hope that all your scars will go away. You did it to your self. Why to feel. To punish your stupidity or perhaps to practice for the day you cut deeper. The day you cut to end all.... so sit. Sit and breath. Lock your door and just wish you could cry. Wish that some one will help you. But in the end no one. No one will stop and ask why are you sad. Why do you never smile. Why do you hurt your self

Why.... try.... why live?

Take a breath in and out... my friend pull that gun from your mouth. Put down that raizer. And hear me.  From some one who was in pain to some one who is in pain

Let me tell you something a story of me. I been sad for so long. Since I was a young boy I did not speak to all the other kids just sat there and think. Think so much I lost my mind. I did not think life was realty. All I saw was the worst dream that even puts a nightmaire to shame. I was always scared. And sad I hated who I was then in high-school I saw all the kids living there life's. To the best well all that came my way was sadness and many fake loves. Since I was young and i got emotional I would bit my thumb. And I always did this tell the day i lost my first love to some one who I thought was better in anger I slit my wrist. And then again and again. It did not hurt but help stop all my anger and the left over sting keeped me some exploding in anger

So every day I cut and cut bleed and bleed and every time droping me deeper and deeper and I begain to smoke knowing it will kill me and I smoke and smoked them coffin nails tell I was sick them I smoked more. And I would cut to the point it got harder and harder to stop the bleeding... tell one day it took me so long to stop the deep cut on my leg. I got pail and so lightheded I almost fainted and bled out. I realolised that no one will help me. No one would see my heart stoping pain. People would see me and say why sad and I sey im fine. But i was telling a lie becouse its so hared to say help... so hared to ask when your own mind wants to be dead. Suicide was on my mind more than any thing every night I would think about death. would any one care or cry. And how that day I kill my self would Be the day I smile. And it would at the same time make me so sad. Tell the day some one reched out to me and saved my life and she helped me reach out to get help. Ya I may be insain and my thought my hinder my life but now I can see life and I mean see life at first I was stuck in my head and now I can see and make a smile..

Reach out. And speak to your sad friend . Tell them something to make them smile and not hurt. Link this  to your friends. I don't care who you are. The quite person who never speaks. The emo , Goth, grunge girl or boy. The sweet happy look cheerleader that puts a fake smile on so people won't notice

Remember this life is measured. In slow and a life to save is always quick to save. Reach out. Your counsler. You trend or the police just please reach out. Me me? From some one who rest knows pain to dying soul. I my never be a part of your life but I promise one my name of a truly hounest man I love you as my freinde... reach out and share to your friends

                            Patricio Quezada lll