Who dreams of pills
blades guns ropes
all things that kill
things that make me smile and hope
it will get better
they say
we just get used to it
i might as well write a death letter
I cutted for help
the help I never received
pain was carved in my arm
no help so I did more harm
i want to draw art
to see the color red
drip down my arm
bringing me closer to death
im drained emotionally
i fall asleep to get numb from the pain
attached to me like a chain
I’m going to get better hopefully
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Comments1
So very sad.
Life can be so painful at times.
Believe me, I’ve been through a variety of heartbreak.
Most recently, I woke up at 625 am
To find my Love hanging from the rafters .
I cut him down, called for help.
When the paramedics arrived, I heard them say that “ He has a faint pulse “.
They were unable to save him.
Had I woke up 3 minutes earlier,
He would be alive.
Or if I had only known that he was suffering so much pain.
Please don’t hurt yourself.
I’ve thought of it at times myself.
That maybe if I was dead too, we would be together.
Then I think about how those I left behind, would suffer the way that I do.
You’re not alone.
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