Death sits in a chair, across from me, and watches.
Death sees, but has no eyes.

Death knows but has no mind. We often sit together in the night.

Death has one move left. I have none.

What a beautiful, yet tragic poem...

Death is like a friend who shares no friendship

An escape to which there is no light at the end of the tunnel..

So I understand completely...

Wow. That is amazing. This is exactly how i feel right now, but worded much better than id have said. Ive been having trouble collecting my thoughts. I used to write things like this all the time to express my feelings, but now i find that im too consumed with anger.. There more to it but ya know. Probably couldnt even find the words to explain.

This definately touches me. I know this isnt the right forum to talk about suicide, but ive had the overwhelming knowledge in my mind that i dont have a choice any more. There is not another option. I guess thats why im here... I dont have anyone to talk to.