Prate not to me of suicide, Faint heart in battle, not for pride I say Endure, but that such end denied Makes welcomer yet the death that's to be died.

“Raise from your bed of languorRaise from your bed of dismayYour friends will no…”

“And soon all our minds will be flat as a pancake,With no room for genius exalta…”

“These thoughts are depressing I know. They are depressing, I wish I was more ch…”

“If there wasn't death, I think you couldn't go on.”