To Know That You're Alive

out of my mind It feel like my life ain't mine [Chorus: Logic] I don't wanna be alive I don't wanna be alive I just wanna die today I just wanna die I don't wanna be alive I don't wanna be alive I just wanna die And let me tell you why [Verse 1: Logic] All this other shit I'm talkin' 'bout they think they know it I've been praying for somebody to save me, no one's heroic And my life don't even matter, I know it, I know it I'm hurting deep down but can’t show it I never had a place to call my own I

Congress? I know this is sad, but hang on. There’s a point. I’ve seen other deaths, too. Death is a part of my life.   ‘Who's Got A Ticket? Remember those ticket machines you see at Katz Deli and Morgenstern’s Finest ice cream shop? The sign that says TAKE A NUMBER, and when you come in, you grab that little ticket and stand around, trying to find something to do, until the clerk calls out your number. You hand the guy your ticket, give him your order, and then all in a rush you're done and out

Whether it's a full-blown phobia or something that just scares the crap out of you, we each have that one thing that makes us weak in the knees. Maybe it's ghosts, clowns, or even spiders (really?). For me, my biggest fear is of being buried alive. No, of course this is not rational. But in my defense, most people's deepest, darkest fears are irrational. That's part of why they scare us so much. My fear falls somewhere between a phobia and something that keeps me up on those dark, lonely nights

You got me sippin' on something I can't compare to nothing I've ever known, I'm hoping That after this fever I'll survive I know I'm acting a bit crazy Strung out, a little bit hazy Hand over heart, I'm praying That I'm gonna make it out alive The bed's getting cold and you're not here The future that we hold is so unclear But I'm not alive until you call And I'll bet the odds against it all Save your advice 'cause I won't hear You might be right but I don't care There's a million reasons why I

you can't explain But there's one thing that you cannot deny The fire inside, the fire inside You can run from what's in your blood and you can't hide From the fire inside, the fire inside Tonight I'll run, I need no sleep When it feels this good you're in too deep In blood, I'm gonna write my name, cover my tracks I feel no shame Just let 'em try and stop the fire

horrific results. When a person is in the battle grounds of trying to be a survivor of suicide it’s difficult and hard to do. Emotions and feelings run wild and you have Guilt standing on the hills side yelling accusations at you: “You should have know what was going on, “Why did you not help them,” “you flailed as friend” Had you only been closer this would not have happen” “This

of the water in seconds. The little boy was alive. He knew how to hold his breath but not swim. The lifeguard was a hero and saved him. Otherwise, the boy would have died. It is clear that people should have the right to have rescue services rescue them when they put themselves at risk. This is a controversial topic because there are many arguable opinions about this. Others believe, rescue services shouldn’t go out and rescue them. For example if you’re trying to rescue two people you are risking

car and started to think. Maybe if I do pick up the strange hitchhiker, he will tell me whats going on. But it seemed like he did try to kill me with his weird powers on the train track. I have no choice everyone thinks I’m dead but I feel like I'm alive, I even talked to the mechanic at the gas station and everything was normal. But I feel like I might be the only person who can see the hitchhiker. The girl only saw a barbed wire fence. I'm thinking too much. Come on Ronald just pick up the hitchhiker

If you don’t like blood and are easily grossed out, then Mary Roach’s “How to Know If You’re Dead” is not the book for you. In “How to Know if You’re Dead” Roach touches on what defines on what makes us living and what makes us dead. This is very important because we often believe that because someone’s heart is beating then they are alive. But Roach makes us question this belief. The story opens in a panic as doctors are trying to get what seems like a patient in critical condition and teetering

Us Marine I'm still alive, but barely breathing. Lying with my stomach on the ground, cover with plants ready to shoot in this suicide mission. All by myself praying to God, even though I know I'm not going to be able to come back alive. But what I'm supposed to do when the best part of me was always you? I have nothing left. I just wish it wasn't over, but wishing is not enough. The clock is ticking, but sooner or later it all be over, at least for me. My target is three-hundred meters away and