Dark Times

I was severely depressed with suicidal thoughts for a while and lost the original poem that I wrote to help myself get through the tough times. So, in its place I wrote this.

There's always the last hug,

Last kiss,

Final notes.

If my fingers fail while I play this piano,

I'll give in willingly and meet my friends that passed,

Though the moment used to grasp my breath,

Take it all away,

It brings me back to thinking what a living he'll immortality would be.

I used to wish the pain would come,

How many apple seeds would it take?

Cyanide suicide was on my mind,

I was lost in time.

I thought the life had passed away before me,

But how is that possible?

I'll merry life if that's what it takes to make the most out of it.

Til death do us part,

But there's still life that gains meaning with heart.

When I looked in the mirror and saw my negative networth I didn't consider the occasion of my birth.

What excruciating cuts it would cause if I had left?

Life is worth living,

It's been that way since the beginning.

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[Phillip Wolke]

For anyone who has gone through similar thoughts please contact the suicide hotline [phone]). I am not a professional in any sense but I understand how dangerous the thoughts can be and encourage anyone suffering to get better and seek help.