Most of us go through life with a strong feeling of suicide but, we are afraid what if we fail, and it hurts. Most of us stumble through this lonely life with death in our minds. we are the majority the minorities slit their wrist and live to tell about it. we are afraid never telling anyone we hold a deep grudge for life, throught life. spilling, sometimes in obscure poems, in forgotten pages of facebooks and myspaces afraid of ridicule, we are coward suicidal. and we drink and we smoke for it brings us closer to death and we take drugs, coz for us life is more than sobriety. we have friends, we have families, yet we want to end it all. most of us stumble through life, with death in our minds. Sajag