I no realize that i can no longer make it throught this world. br I have reached the end of the road, where cuts no longer seem real, love has dissappeared, br screaming no longer calms, and snapping a rubberband no longer soothes. br Death no longer scares, life is nothing to look forward to, and battle scars from fighting through br life, nothing soothes, or helps. My love has betrayed, my life has gone, and br my friends were never there. Either way on this empty broken road, suicide will always br be at the end. Death has not only become my best friend but my way of life, I just want one little second br when there is no misery, pain, death, and me.