All I can here are the voices in my head
All they are trying to do is kill me and at this point i think should just give in
There are no tears that I shed
Can’t control myself all I do is drink gin
Nothing in my life goes how it should
I’m trying to stand here tall and proud
My head is in a place that is no longer good
The voices in my head get loud
I hate my life
I just want it to all end
at this point i should just end it all with this knife
I have tried everything even pretend
To make it all better
But nothing in this life is meaningful enough to stay
This is my good bye letter
My head just feels like it’s a raceway
All these suicidal thoughts on my head
All these thoughts and voices are just racing around and around inside my head and i just wish it would all stop
i want my story to be spread
Don’t be sad that I’m dead
This is just how it became
My life had nothing
I’m heading to hells flame and i have no shame
it is my time
Please don’t send help
It’s not worth it
My voice isn’t worth anything not even a dime
I’m just a welp
Fuck it I quit
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I can't 'understand' this in one way, not having experienced it, or not to this degree. Writing about it can help, hopefully bringing peace to troubled mind.
Hello darknessrises,
I have worked in mental health in the past and I understand what you are going through.
Please be strong. Stay the course with life. You are much stronger than you think.
A deep vivid poem on your experiences.Thank you
Keep writing
FineB
hello,
I can truly identify with the feelings behind this piece of work! your message is heartfelt and compelling. it is familiar territory to me. I understand because I've been there...that is now in the past due to intense therapy and a loving mate. I hope that you find your peace in life. I wish you all the best that life has to offer!
*hugs, Cat
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