Today is the day I decided to take my life
No clue how, why, where or when
Like a child with a kite, I stand with my knife
Need to act fast; just count to ten
Curious is what I call these feelings
But not sudden, I planned this when my mind was unbidden
Not from illnesses or injuries but from something beyond any healings
There is purpose in life they say, for me it was always hidden
The faces I saw today had something special
The smiles in their faces shone like stars
This is my last day, perhaps that's why It's so crucial
The last thing that will remain in my body will be just scars
Just like any day this shall also pass
Tomorrow my dog will search my empty room, silent with knots
My family would look into the photo of my funeral mass
Maybe I too will be remembered in someone's thoughts.
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Author:
Sloth (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 10th, 2025 05:08
- Category: Sad
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Comments4
Dark and tragic it speaks of the basic human need to be recognized, thought of, cared for. Without this is life worth living? A well written piece all in good rhyme.
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Most welcome
So sad.
Nicely done
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Suicidal voices from the pit: telling lies; tearing hearts apart: the damage is worse than murder. At least with murder the survivors have someone to hate.
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I often find that the moment between actually using the knife, and just wanting to, shows us how much we still are hesitant. We're stubborn creatures, us humans are, even if we feel like giving up there's a little bit of fight, even when we think there isn't.
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