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Fighting Suicide
happiness
i can hear the roll-up door at the back of the truck
bouncing up and down
people are honking
i forgot to latch it shut again
i don't care
i hate this job
i'm wondering
if a .380 against my temple would kill me
or just hurt like hell
there's a homeless guy on the corner
beating a lamppost with a tent pole
and with an expression
somewhere between mental illness
and happiness
maybe it's both
could i be happy?
i deal with my loneliness
by stalking a lady on the internet
someone i knew some years ago
that i've come to admire
i obsesse over her
i sent the friend request with a fake name
it felt wrong
it all feels wrong
i wonder
if maybe one day
i could pass out at the wheel
and wake up in another life
bouncing up and down
people are honking
i forgot to latch it shut again
i don't care
i hate this job
i'm wondering
if a .380 against my temple would kill me
or just hurt like hell
there's a homeless guy on the corner
beating a lamppost with a tent pole
and with an expression
somewhere between mental illness
and happiness
maybe it's both
could i be happy?
i deal with my loneliness
by stalking a lady on the internet
someone i knew some years ago
that i've come to admire
i obsesse over her
i sent the friend request with a fake name
it felt wrong
it all feels wrong
i wonder
if maybe one day
i could pass out at the wheel
and wake up in another life
Written by Grae
(Bryan Gray)
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Mental Illness
I don't know what made me want to do this,
Or how I thought it would be glamorous.
While on my break, I was feeling down,
Wondering just why I'm even around.
Back on the clock, I was sweeping the lot;
A cigarette butt appeared on the spot.
It was my job to place it in the trash;
To that, I did – after I got a rash.
That's because, if only on a bad day,
I made my arm out to be an ashtray.
All I can say is, I wasn't thinking,
As self-destruction was in the making.
Friends, when mental illness happens to you,
You do things you normally wouldn't do.
As a result, there are consequences,
And you will be coming to your senses.
For me, all I ever got was a scar
On my arm; that told me I went too far.
The fact that I still work is a blessing;
Otherwise, life could be more distressing.
Or how I thought it would be glamorous.
While on my break, I was feeling down,
Wondering just why I'm even around.
Back on the clock, I was sweeping the lot;
A cigarette butt appeared on the spot.
It was my job to place it in the trash;
To that, I did – after I got a rash.
That's because, if only on a bad day,
I made my arm out to be an ashtray.
All I can say is, I wasn't thinking,
As self-destruction was in the making.
Friends, when mental illness happens to you,
You do things you normally wouldn't do.
As a result, there are consequences,
And you will be coming to your senses.
For me, all I ever got was a scar
On my arm; that told me I went too far.
The fact that I still work is a blessing;
Otherwise, life could be more distressing.
Written by DallasNichols
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I Walk The Line
I walk the line between confidence and suicide, A delicate balance, a tightrope to abide.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
One step too far, and the fall is so deep, The darkness below, a secret I keep.
The world sees my strength, my unwavering stride, But inside, a battle rages, a war I can't hide.
Confidence, a mask I wear with such grace, Hiding the turmoil that dwells in this place.
The line is so thin, a razor's edge to tread, Uncertainty looms, a constant dread.
Yet, I press on, determined to find my way, Hoping to reach the light of a brighter day.
Written by Goldy-992
(David Gold)
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Artful drone
The knife that has cut me
recollects pain
My blood, the wine of sorrow
spills for each rank thought
and one sip lost to the seller of morrow
The rope I twine into a noose
complicates me
Seven coils to rid the toils of woe
Delve into the spaces between the fibres
And scribe your thoughts on each strand
Lest the words be forgotten
This pistol has planted a seed
A revolving simmer
The ground swells under its conclusion
Bloom for me
Swoon for me
Blossom in this shallow dusk
Climax at twilight to close its husk
The water that I sink into
coats my breath
My body saturates
as moist azure wrinkles my skin
The liquid light of the darkest hue
lay ripples in my vision
The choices fate hands me
has yet to abandon me
Quiet lyrics writ my heart with euphoria
these thoughts of finality wove into my breath
to lecture this flesh
into permanence
The end I have tailored
sutures my soul to this pelt
My fabric in tatters
draped onto my bones
stifling the chill of repentance
These hands hold my circumstance
This mind bolds my dance
These eyes glance at envy with pry
Save not a wish for me
as I settle this artful drone
recollects pain
My blood, the wine of sorrow
spills for each rank thought
and one sip lost to the seller of morrow
The rope I twine into a noose
complicates me
Seven coils to rid the toils of woe
Delve into the spaces between the fibres
And scribe your thoughts on each strand
Lest the words be forgotten
This pistol has planted a seed
A revolving simmer
The ground swells under its conclusion
Bloom for me
Swoon for me
Blossom in this shallow dusk
Climax at twilight to close its husk
The water that I sink into
coats my breath
My body saturates
as moist azure wrinkles my skin
The liquid light of the darkest hue
lay ripples in my vision
The choices fate hands me
has yet to abandon me
Quiet lyrics writ my heart with euphoria
these thoughts of finality wove into my breath
to lecture this flesh
into permanence
The end I have tailored
sutures my soul to this pelt
My fabric in tatters
draped onto my bones
stifling the chill of repentance
These hands hold my circumstance
This mind bolds my dance
These eyes glance at envy with pry
Save not a wish for me
as I settle this artful drone
Written by Everavalon
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