Some times i go about thinking to kill myself. Those otherse who have not suffered such thoughts.... Such as most... Deserve no say in this matter. With idle kindness when you approach the nest of wasps one may survive many strides stingless but if with rock or stick prod a painful wrath be insured. I, the writer understand these thoughts, moreover, cordially I may be rewarded the unsweetened nectar of the Wasps. But this draught is made poison to my tasting [toasting], fatal it is, I shall willingly swig it. A dark cloud of despondency and gloom hath settled in my mind.... tempting me more and more day past ere of my self erradication.... My loving friend is the only ray of benevolence that may pierce this... but now ever seldome doth she come... She keeps me alive, a sweet embrace, as if flowers on green ivy has sprawn across a mausoleum, ith dilapitating composure comically held together by the vines... My thoughts in this croumbling skull is as perished as those skeletons of deceased one may find held within.…show more content… save if my beloved shall aid me also... In my tempest posession are many a dull knife, utencils used by the unenlightened for the evicereation of paper... save me form pain, for pain I have enough, and bleeding may come after the destruction of my mind. As night comes and I wish to slumber ere this rest I weep bitter and morrowless tears ere I fall black, and I wish from this blackness I will no longer arise... this technique is to plant my tearstaine face upon my bedding till breath I may draw no longer, and life in my bodily furnace burn no longer.... But suffer I desire not, for my mind shall still torment me after my body's
