Looking over the tracks
my mind wandered
to a place I think about often
almost too often
I imagine myself jumping
and then nothing
my worries dissipate
my fears fall into a pile of ash
my loneliness fades away
I hear a whistle
a rumbling
reality slams me in the face
and I force myself to look
I see myself taking a step
walking to the edge
feeling bliss
I think about doing it
I think about ending it all
I back up against the wall
my back pressing into the tiles
as if to physically will myself not
to launch onto the tracks
the tears start to spill
I take a deep breath
and walk onto the train
- Author: SadGirlHigh ( Offline)
- Published: March 22nd, 2023 09:49
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem about a real moment I had yesterday while waiting for the train. These thoughts come and go, but when they do come up, they hit me really hard. But I know that suicide does not lead to bliss, it leads to nothing. There is nothing after death. This might seem like something you want, but you don't. You have things you want to accomplish, you have people that you love and that love you back. You have people that will mourn you when you're gone. You are also not only made up of your mental illness, you are so much more than that. You have personality, character, hopes, dreams, wishes, and goals. And you deserve to experience all of it. So do I. Hopefully, this poem helps you be strong and choose to live like I did that day. And I would choose to live over dying any day.
- Category: Sad
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