The voices.... is getting louder.... I don't wanna do it....

But it's getting louder.... please... I don't wanna....

Don't... wanna.....

Thank you, algorithm.... for the appropriate callout....

Just a simple thread, yet deadly. Whispers to take the plunge.

So much pain of the world can be gone instantly. But, one will left pain to others & tainted with grunge.

You have spent your words.
You have told your sorrows.
You are now in pain but not of swords.
Now, the emptiness, the darkness, the shadows whispers faints tomorrows.