Pills? No.
Razors? No.
But wait!
What is that?
Oh yes.
That will do.
Jump!
Screaming and it echoes.
Jump!
Steeping so close to the egde.
Slip!
Enjoying the thrill of death
So close.
Almost palpable
Slipping.
Look!
Life!
Where has it gone?
There.
I have chosen.
Pills? Too slow.
Razors? Too mesy.
But look!
She's gone over the egde.
Oh yes.
That will do.
A contest entry
- Suicide Solution by Blood Magick.
540 points, ended July 26, 2008, 79 entries
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Comments, love? ♥
Comments
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lol, Very nice write. I like it. Good luck in the contest =]

