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Really think this will be one of the last discs I play before I ctb.
- but then there's Cure and Flamma Flamma and Prayer Cycle (Alanis Morisette)
Standing firm on this stoney ground The wind blows hard Pulls these clothes around I harbour all the same worries as most The temptations to leave or to give up the ghost I wrestle with an outlook on life That shifts between darkness and shadowy light I struggle with words for fear that they'll hear But Orpheus sleeps on his back still dead to the world Sunlight falls, my wings open wide There's a beauty here I cannot deny And bottles that tumble and crash on the stairs Are just so many people I knew never cared Down below on the wreck on the ship Are a stronghold of pleasures I couldn't regret But the baggage is swallowed up by the tide As Orpheus keeps to his promise and stays by my side Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing Sleepers sleep as we row the boat Just you the weather and I gave up hope But all of the hurdles that fell in our laps Were fuel for the fire and straw for our backs Still the voices have stories to tell Of the power struggles in heaven and hell But we feel secure against such mighty dreams As Orpheus sings of the promise tomorrow may bring Tell me, I've still a lot to learn Understand, these fires never stop Please believe me, when this joke is tired of laughing I will hear the promise of my Orpheus sing
On the banks of a sunset beach Messages scratched in sand Beneath a roaming home of stars Young boys try their hand A spanish harbouring of sorts In catalonian bars They were pulled from a sinking ship And saved for last On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains Watch the train steam full ahead As it takes the bend Empty carriages lose their tracks Tumble to their end So the world shrinks drop by drop As the wine goes to your head Swollen angels point and laugh This time your God is dead On the waterfront the rain Is pouring in my heart Here the memories come in waves Raking in the lost and found of years And though I'd like to laugh At all the things that led me on Somehow the stigma still remains Is our love strong enough?
i mean really. just when i'm s'posed to bid this planetary septic tank farewell... ALL you peeps show me new music. i have to obsess about and research (i don't need any delays, dammit) thank you though.
All white Gucci suit I'm feeling righteous
I know that the truth is hard to digest
Five or six pills in my right hand
Codeine runneth over on my nightstand
Taking medicine to fix all of the damage
My anxiety the size of a planet
Holes in my skull
Over time, my heart's over ice