The blade advances on me
In a hand that seems not mine
A paradox surrounds me, my reality unwinds.
The cold blade touches my skin
Second thoughts run through my head.
"Is this really what I want to do,
Do I really want to die?"
I feel the slight sting, blood trickles down my throat,
But they should have an explanation...
I'll have to write my last note.
"The pressure was too much...I couldn't fight the fight;
Tell my family I love them,
Thank my friends for being there...
Tell everyone it's not their fault; only I could cause...
My despair."
And as I take my final breath
And I sigh my final sigh
I realize...just a second too late;
That I'm so scared to die.
Author notes
One of the many times I've tried to commit suicide. I am stronger now and I have a different view on life. For years I lived a life of hate...a life that I didn't want to know...I didn't want to be a part of. I look back now and am forever grateful that I didn't die. I came close quite a few times...all on my own doing. God keeps me here for reasons I'm not aware of, but at least now I accept it.
Comments
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This flows really well and brings me painful reminders of how things used to be....solace can be found in blood but it is momentary...becomes a cycle of cleansing that never really heals...you have imparted your story well...sad good work...well done
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