Bad Day To Be Alive

baddaytobealive

Please tend to my wounds.

Please bring a piece of cloth to stop my heart from bleeding.

Please put pressure on it.

Please resuscitate me.

Please give me life again.

If not, please just hold me so I can die in your arms.

What a good way to die on a bad day to be alive.

  • Author: Little Dreamer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 7th, 2019 20:46
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 15
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Comments1

  • dusk arising

    Bad days are what you make them i guess.

    • baddaytobealive

      What do you mean?

      • dusk arising

        Our previous chats/comments on here show you are in pain and keep getting hurt more and more. You alone control your future and it seems you don't want to make the effort to change your circumstances so your bad days will continue. Hence... your bad days will be what you make them.

        I don't like seeing/reading that you are in deep pain, i really don't. But me calling a spade a spade just might wake up in you the realisation that YOU are in control of your future and nobody else right now.

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