Life or Death
I lived many days wanting to die. Thoughts of death incessant. I didn’t want the sorrow that lingers through the night into a bleak dawn. I didn’t want the notions that retaliated, driving me to this end. Existence ceased to appeal. I lost myself to darkness. Grieving myself as if gone.
Today I want to live wholly. Vested in existence. Singing till the trees come down. Living with vitality and vigor, serenity as my sunset. Investing in self. Scattered in goodness and mercy.
Most days I want to live.
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Author:
Katie B. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Living with depression.
- Category: Sad
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So resonant and relatable. Glad things have become more manageable 🕊️🙏🏻
It seems a fact that survive a suicide attempt are grateful afterwards and will not do it again and those that are truly determined can not be stopped, Well written and so glad that you are still here to write about it. Nicely written
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