This poem is based on a true and very sad story about a teenager who was bullied and instead of telling her parents, she ended up hanging herself in her own home. NOTE: the following contains material that may be discouraging to some viewers. Viewer discretion is advised.

We all have moments of crisis, how we deal with them effects all around you...

What goes through the mind when one wants to end it?

I wrote this in my Calculus class when I was bored. I found my self thinking sarcastic suicidal thoughts to avoid doing homework, but the poem didn't come out very sarcastic.

This isn;t my usually style, but I like to experiment.

Something I wrote from 2010 inspired from a song of the same title.

Love with a lethal twist..

Today at work, the song "My boo" by Usher came on Pandora. It's didn't make any sense because of the station I was listening to. So I listened to it and it inspired me to write a poem during my last hour.

The result was this letter that I'm actually considering to send to the girl that I wrote this for. But we're both happy now, and I don't want to bring back painful memories..

Anyway. I really hope you enjoy this poem. It has become my favorite piece that I've written so far. So I would love to hear your thoughts on the message that I tried to convey. It would mean the world to me. Thank you very much.

I'm on my lunch break now. Came up with this a few minutes ago. I hope you enjoy this!

It's inspired by the people I see confused about their lives. People who want to know their purpose.

Let me know what you think!

Just something that popped in my head on my way home from work today. Let me know what you think!

Enjoy!

This was the very first poem that I have EVER written. This is also the ONLY poem that I made public before today. It was written a few months back in memory of a very close friend who had taken his own life, Nicholas A. Marchant. As you can see he was the type of guy who could light up the room with his smile. I've known him since I moved here 11 years ago. We used to talk a lot when we worked out together, and I always saw a little of myself in him; as if he was my younger brother. Of all the people I've lost in my life, his death was one that had sent me into a temporary state of depression. But when I finally picked myself back up, I discovered poetry. It soon became the best way to describe both the happiness and pain that I have felt and seen during my life. Hence the poem that you see before you had become the immediate result of my enlightening experience.

I wrote this poem in the hope that it will stop someone committing suicide.