Miss Suicide | WritersCafe.org http://slow.writerscafe.org/MissSuicide The original writings of author Miss Suicide en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776032307 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 October Fourteenth I can't cut anymore,    someone would notice.I can't cry,    it would be weaknessShaking in agony,    but why?From the biting cold    or sobriety's lie?Unable to react,    all .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/465118/ 4-20 R.I.P. Nickolas Andrew Johnson. 4-20-04 http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/402168/ Cigarette falling into a constant regret, he lights another cigarette. it shouldn't happen like this. what happened to how things used to be? what of normalicy? the dreary lies of ebb and flow wear down his course facade until he is nothing more than a shadow. a distant memory. fading in emery. no more cr.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/395356/ Times Like These not even sure if i like this one. it just happened in the midst of an overdose. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/379879/ Puzzle Pieces Haven't written much lately. Thought I needed to. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/349174/ 2:09 No one understands why I love to write while sitting on the kitchen floor at all hours... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/284914/ Dear Lane, I'm not really sure how I feel about this one. It was just my thoughts one day, and I'm not even sure if it makes sense... http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/270721/ Every Rose has its Thorns My English assignment was to write about nature. This is what I came up with. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/220704/ My Religion Kneeling to this god i praisei am vunerable and weakan idol made of porcelaini am too moved to speakThis used to be in my controlthe decision was my ownnow it seems i've lost the strengthmy will power overthrown I can't escape this mess i've madeno matter how i fightmy l.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/220701/ No Longer Co-written with my sister. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/179501/ The Will to Live  22:23 - The Will to Live                                           &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/151276/ One Bullet The first poem I'd ever written. My best friend committed suicide when I was a fourth grader on April 20, 2004. This was for him. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/96891/ So Simple Written after OAT testing last year...I was bored. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/96724/ Little Boy A true story about a little boy I used to know. His father was never caught. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/MissSuicide/93538/