Life like Cyanide:

I've been through hell most of my life. What a fight, this is why I write. Edgar Allan Poe. I adore the heartbeat. Thump. Thump. Thumping beneath the floor. Life like cyanide, poison. Stealing all my joy. Leaking Venom from my mind. Looking at these cars with suicide doors. Thinking I've tried that before. Suicide behind closed door. Quote the Raven nevermore. I've been here before. Feeling suicidal and laying in a puddle of my own blood. Blacking out now. Looking for some love. Never could just end it. Never could leave you with that kind of damage. Even if I planned it.