suicide

TRIGGER WARNING: poem describes details of suicide, death, self harm, depression, etc.

there is no end

i don't belong here

this illness is permanent

i am the one who's temporary

and i have a plan

catch me hanging on my noose

skip my buspar

cope with my fetish

rope tight on my neck

hand me your weapon

"its been a pleasure, corbin"

call my number

phone ring too long

im probably gone

but i resist the pain

drive to the hospital

send me to the e.r.

search for the scars

pissing in a cup

why do i do this to myself?

this isn't the right way

i need your help

save me

protect me

Reviews

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

I dearly hope that you do not have such thoughts and feelings. By virtue of the fact that you wrote this, I am guessing that you do. As the daughter of a father who committed suicide, these words touch me personally. As the daughter of a father who committed suicide, I once tried to do so myself. After four years of cycles of depression, I had reached the point of numbness. I had to tears left to shed. Everything within me had poured out of me over the years, and I had nothing left to give. I saw no place for me in this world. Trust me, I understand. Just know that life gets better. You mend yourself along the way. It takes a lot of work, but you are worth it. You have a destination that is all your own, your moment in the light. Never let yourself be pulled under. Get help. Write about it. Talk about it. You are loved.