No, no dying. The world hasn't seen all your beauty yet, hasn't been moved by your music, you haven't touched the hearts of everyone you are meant to touch yet. Take a deep, deep breath, walk away from the tools you use, the pills you take. Take a shower and cry it out, dry off and pick up your pencil and write it out, make those beautiful, painful notes come out in a song. A song of pain, of torture and of healing. Because you will heal.