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  • #16
    Umm...by the same token, then, wouldn't it be selfish for the person who loves you to make you suffer for them? Most people would have a cat or dog put down if it were suffering.

    -denise

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    • #17
      Sure, why not?

      I don't think I want to get in to this discussion. I don't know ya', so my opinion doesn't really count. Knock yerself out.

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      • #18
        Originally posted by Morella View Post
        I'm sorry that I was short with you about this, but I did say that I didn't want to talk to anyone about it, just wanted some suggestions on how to end my life. I thought today was Friday and I had an appointment but I see that it's really Thursday, so I have some time. I'll send you a private message.

        -denise
        I understand the shortness. Please keep in mind what I said.

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        • #19
          Often times in situations like this people post song lyrics. I'm usually opposed to that, but in this case I have one that fits.

          1-800-Suicide

          by The GraveDiggaz

          So you wanna die, commit suicide
          Dial 1-800-Cyanide line
          Far as life, yo it ain't worth it
          Put a rope around your neck and jerk it
          The trick didn't work
          Your life was fucked up from the first day of birth
          After watching Jackie Gleason walk into a precinct
          Gun down the captain for no fucking reason
          And get some LSD or a drink from the bar
          Get behind your wheel and crash the car
          Like Desert Storm, got bombs for the war
          confront an alligator, let it eat ya raw
          Back to the function, riding the caboose to hell
          BZZZZZT touched the third rail.
          You fucked up chicken, now you just got fried
          Cause it's a suicide

          Hey you little rich kid, what's your beef?
          Come and tell the Grym Reaper all of your grief
          You asked for a Benz and you only got a Jeep
          Your pop's got endz, but yo he's mad cheap
          Maybe you're a bastard child you think
          Mom and dad are white and you're dark as ink
          Maybe you're Sicilian with a tan
          But you hate lasagna and the pizza man
          Now you stand on the grave digga locked and
          You're singing the blues about the rough life you've got
          Not
          You don't wanna live no more
          I guess you're really ready for the grave yard tour
          When you get home just fill up your windows and you doors
          Turn your oven on high for about four hours
          Light you a blunt, kiss your ass goodbye
          You gassed yourself 'cause it's a suicide

          Yep
          I've said it before and I'll say it again
          Life moves pretty fast
          If you don't stop and look around every once in a while
          you could miss it

          Six fucking devils stepped up playing brave God
          Had the fucking nerve to try and enta my grave yard
          I'm the Ryzarector, be my sacrafice
          Commit suicide and I'll bring you back to life
          The first was convinced
          Stuck a water hose in his mouth at full blast so his head can explode
          Second said hmmmm that's good but I can top it
          Put an ax up to his head and then he chopped it
          Blood shot out in every direction
          The rest didn't know what to do, I made suggestions
          Put a slug in your mug, overdose on a drug
          Wet your hair stick a knife in the plug
          Or be like Richard Pryor set your balls on fire
          Better yet go hang yourself with a barbed wire
          Three and Four fell deep into spell and
          Ran to the zoo, locked themselves in a lion's den
          Number Five said it ain't worth being alive
          Smoked a dust suede, mixed it with cynaide
          The only one to escape was number Six
          He went home
          Sat in the tub and slit his wrists
          Yeah, more graves to dig. Goodbye
          There's no need to cry...
          ... cause we all die

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