every time you look into my eyes?
why does it hurts..
every time I delay the tempting kiss of suicide?
why does my life loves to kill me?
why my movements want to still me?
and when I write suicide notes with killing sadness,
my sobbing eyes swell with redness,
why shouldn’t I die before my next breath?
why do I prolong this death?
so what is wrong what is right?
what about tonight?
