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Death Day: November 13th, 2026
I was talking to a friend
We share a few mental health problems
Like depression and suicidal thoughts
We don't end it for so many reasons
Reasons like we have to keep going
We have jobs, we have pets
We're staying alive for family
We don't want others to hurt
Instead of killing ourselves
We talk about the days
Our Death Days
When we'll finally kill ourselves
We talk about it like
It's Christmas or something
A holiday to celebrate
With cake and joy
When we finally leave this Rock
And the pain stops
And the voices in our minds
Are finally silenced forever
We tell each other just one more day,
One more fucking week
One more fucking year
We're waiting for when
Our siblings are old enough to understand
Understand that sometimes it's all too much
That some people just aren't meant
To be here forever or until 93
Some of us aren't born with a will to survive
And are sticking around only for those you
And my brother will be 19 and my sister 17
They'll be okay, they'll survive
If I killed myself then and not now
We share a few mental health problems
Like depression and suicidal thoughts
We don't end it for so many reasons
Reasons like we have to keep going
We have jobs, we have pets
We're staying alive for family
We don't want others to hurt
Instead of killing ourselves
We talk about the days
Our Death Days
When we'll finally kill ourselves
We talk about it like
It's Christmas or something
A holiday to celebrate
With cake and joy
When we finally leave this Rock
And the pain stops
And the voices in our minds
Are finally silenced forever
We tell each other just one more day,
One more fucking week
One more fucking year
We're waiting for when
Our siblings are old enough to understand
Understand that sometimes it's all too much
That some people just aren't meant
To be here forever or until 93
Some of us aren't born with a will to survive
And are sticking around only for those you
And my brother will be 19 and my sister 17
They'll be okay, they'll survive
If I killed myself then and not now
Published 13th Nov 2019
Author's Note
This is how I stay alive.
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Your brother & sister may not be okay with your passing & may even feel guilty themselves about it. I wanna get to at least 70. I'm 49 now.
14th Nov 2019 1:58pm
I can relate to this poem I know in my eyes many people will be fine and most likely happy that I'm dead and gone
15th Nov 2019 4:53pm
I understand and can relate from personal experience. Everyday is a struggle under the umbra of an emotional disorder. 🙏
16th Nov 2019 1:37am
Dear Blue, I think you touched on something that many people can relate. Many of us have struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts at one point or another in our lives so your piece hits hard at the core.
Although the thoughts come and go, there's a lot of things we all want to accomplish before our time comes.
Hope you're doing well.
Although the thoughts come and go, there's a lot of things we all want to accomplish before our time comes.
Hope you're doing well.
