The reason I want to die (part. 2)

So many reasons

The reason I want to die.
The reason is clear...
Maybe open your eyes?
Broken and fragile?
Maybe just damaged goods?
Am I invisible because of my personality?
Or maybe just my looks?
Shrouded in mist with silent cries...
Maybe I'm not the only one with reasons to die.
Black and purple are all I see.
Quiet as ebony.
No one else to leave...
Plunged into reality is the reason I want to die.
Because there's no happiness in that fake blue sky.
If there was a chance I could stop existing.
I bet you would start regretting not listening.
Maybe then you'll understand the reason I wanted to die.
If there were a faint chance my existence could peirce the world.
Would I still have my reasons for wanting to die?
Or would my reasons amplify and and find try to reapply?
Or maybe they'd find new life in the soul of another who was plunged into reality like I?
The reason I want to die?
Maybe because I'm already invisible to the world?
Maybe that's why!?
You have eyes but you're still blind.
How is someone who's in your face so hard to find!?
No matter how loud the effort or how hard the love is.
You still mange to look past the one person you left behind.
The reason I've always wanted to die?
Why do you care now?
Why?
Watch them all come up with bold face lies.
This is what it takes?
This is what I have to do?
This is what i have to do just to talk to you!?
I've done all I can just to be seen by you.
Look!
Here I am!
Do I qualify now!?
Am I worthy to be appreciated now?
Am I qualified to be seen?
No.
Didn't think so.
Watch them leave.

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[Vol]

Resumé
(By Dorothy Parker)

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

[ETERNITY]

Sayonara, we all feel invisible.
Here, you are appreciated, believe me.
Just keep writing your anguish, your death and dying.
It will help heal you.
Talk to me whenever you want.
Just keep writing!