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Delete Me
Make me cease to exist.
I do not want to feel it.
I do not want to think about it.
I do not want to overthink about it.
I do not want to cry as I pull the trigger.
I do not want to rip pieces from my heart
Every other second pretending I am still alive.
End it.
...
What a let-down.
I do not want to feel it.
I do not want to think about it.
I do not want to overthink about it.
I do not want to cry as I pull the trigger.
I do not want to rip pieces from my heart
Every other second pretending I am still alive.
End it.
...
What a let-down.
Published 16th Dec 2018
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16th Dec 2018 9:49pm
Don't take this as a criticism but a concern.
Please tell me you're not serious. I lost someone I loved to suicide. She was struggling with depression but she refused all attempts for help, and indeed, there is help. Anyone who can write as wel! as you can overcome what ever challenge that presents itself. Remember, suicide hurts so many around you. People you never thought, nor intended to hurt. From coworkers to first responders.
You needn't find death, my friend. For life is short and death will eventually find you. Till then, you have many more popular ems to write.
Talk to me...please?
Please tell me you're not serious. I lost someone I loved to suicide. She was struggling with depression but she refused all attempts for help, and indeed, there is help. Anyone who can write as wel! as you can overcome what ever challenge that presents itself. Remember, suicide hurts so many around you. People you never thought, nor intended to hurt. From coworkers to first responders.
You needn't find death, my friend. For life is short and death will eventually find you. Till then, you have many more popular ems to write.
Talk to me...please?
17th Dec 2018 9:53am
17th Dec 2018 1:50pm
Glad to hear.
Poetry is a catharsis. Where one can bleed, ink. So, continue to take your pain out on paper, not on yourself. There's a shortage of poets in this world so we can't afford to lose you.
Poetry is a catharsis. Where one can bleed, ink. So, continue to take your pain out on paper, not on yourself. There's a shortage of poets in this world so we can't afford to lose you.
Anonymous
18th Dec 2018 4:35am
Your catharsis has my prayers! Be well dear heart. People do care. Writing is good for anybody's soul. Poets have the ink stains to prove it. <3
