Suicide with Help

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Come on and cut me

Bring the blood that we both crave

To the surface

Stain my skin a bloody mess

Make me unrecognizable

Come on and hang me

Bring the rope that we both crave

Slide it onto my neck and over my face

It will be painless

Help me, I know you’re capable

Come on and drown me

Fill my lungs like we both crave

Tie me down so I can’t float to the surface

It won’t even make a mess

Help me out if I’m unable

Come on and hit me

Bring the headlights, the bat, the fist whatever it is that you crave

Give me bruises to my face

Turn my skin into a black and blue mess

Make me unrecognizable

Come on and freeze me

Bring the ice that we both crave

Nobody will see anything but what’s on the surface

This pain is so much less

It’s easy just help when I’m not able

Come on and push me

Bring the impact that we both crave

Just make sure I still have a pretty face

Turn me into a blood splattered mess

I’d do it myself if I was able

Come on and burn me

Bring the burns that we both crave

To my arms, my legs, and face

Turn me into an ashy mess

Make me unrecognizable

Come on and hurt me

Bring the pain that we both crave

I may look fine on the surface

But in my mind I’m a mess

You see I’m mentally unstable

It’s not murder

Its suicide with help

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