My Savior

This is about someone thinking about suicide but deciding against it because of someone in their life that they love.

Pain is a demon. It tells us we’re still alive, but at the same time kills us a little more. Blood flows like syrup, reminding me of the life I had. It drips away like the thousands of tears I’ve shed. Each day brings more, until I’m afraid I’ll drown. In pain and tears, in depression and sorrow. I see no other way out. I see only the path in front of me. The path I must follow, but I am afraid to take. The fear is growing with every fluid motion of my hand. With every motion, a tiny river of red begins to flow. My tears mix with the rivers, forcing them to flow faster. Each tear I shed has meaning. For every person I’ve hurt, for every person who has hurt me, and for every person I’m about to hurt, I shed a waterfall of tears until my vision, and purpose, is blurred. Why do I stand here crying, dripping crimson sorrow? Why don’t I end it now? Why don’t I end my pain forever? I could do it, I know. I could bring my world to an end. I know why I don’t. I know what is saving me. My savior.  Memories of love come flooding with my tears. A picture perfect moment, not that long ago. The beating of our hearts, drumming together as one. We sat under the warm sun, not a single soul in sight. Just us. I hear the voice, whispering in my head, the sweet song of love, of perfection, and beauty. I put down the knife and cover the flow. Today is not my time. It is not my time to leave. It’s my time to love, to live, to cherish. To hold on to my love, and keep her close. The single person who saved my life, who brought me hope with each loving touch. With each kiss my pain begins to ebb and with each moment we are together, I realize how right it feels to be wrong.

Author's Note

Thanks for reading, any comments, reviews or advice would be great!

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Sometimes all it takes is one person to make a difference in one's life. This piece speaks to me of the hard breaks of life and social interaction, and the emotional toil that by nature comes with. Your description pains vivid murals within the mind of the reader, images that though they may be haunting, they are also healing.

Great Ink!
Aaron