And I won't let you choke on the noose around your neck.

"So you don't love me and I should have known

My heart can't seem to let you go

You're not special You're not even close

You mean the least but you take the most."

It's rather sad how we've come to destroy ourselves and simply keep on living until we finally die. Life is no longer satisfying, sadness, loneliness and fear overcome our day-to-day fight for existence; the relentlessness of the darkness that haunts us keeps dragging and pushing until we burst as we are supposed to. Sometimes, metaphorical nooses are the only way out of the mess. Out of misery. Out of adversity. Out of whatever name anyone may have invented for what makes us sick.

Anyway, I think, suicide really is not an option as long as we are able to change something about what oppresses us. You might achieve something much more meaningful than you might think. You might save a human life. Your own life.