Every three seconds, a
person commits suicide.
Do you know the meaning of this
phrase?
Every three seconds, a heart
stops beating.
Every three seconds, a dream turns into powder.
Every three seconds, a person gives their last sigh and says,
"I'm done."
Three seconds make a mother blame herself for eternity.
Three seconds are between love and hate, love and dependency.
So toady, I write for the people that have already gone to the
limit.
That have almost given up.
I dedicate this to all whom for a little bit didn't pain turn
into craziness,
That dropped the knife and the pills on the last second.
That didn't pull the trigger.
That were able to look
through the blurry eyes and see a reason to smile
again.
nmq
