Taking my time to recover,
Waiting for the wounds to heal,
Only the wounds in my head won't fade.
The first time was in February,
I decided to slit my wrist...
My parents walked in on me..and they just didn't care.
Eventually I concluded that it would not solve anything.
Second time around, I put myself
Underwater... Refusing to get back up
Repressing my rational side, I stayed under a little longer
Visible for the the community to see... no one tried to help.
I failed that attempt as well...
Voices in my head told me how selfish I am for doing this
Only I knew of no other way to make the sadness go away.
Reminded constantly of the past attempts...
(Will there be a third?)
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Yeah..this is my story...
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A contest entry
- I Love Acrostics by Diminished Capacity.
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I am a 2 time survivor,but not by my own hand.Once in 1974 and again in 2004.Read he restoreth my soul in my poems and that is my life story.Don't do that no more please.When you get the urge,get you a fishing pole and go set beside the still water.A worm or minnow on the hook and set there awhile,throw a pebble in and watch the ripples go out,watch the minnows and crawdads a while.Maybe a duck or snake will swim by.Geese may fly over head in V formation.Maybe see a child skipping rocks on top of the water,hear them laugh,watch them grin and realize life is good.
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This poem presents what I think is the only reason one should ever think of suicide---to end pain. It is incredible at times the amount of pain that life throws at you. Then it stares back at you and dares you to endure it, all the while bombarding you with thoughts of how you can end it all to escape. Oddly enough, if you expect others to reach out and give you a reason to live, it often fails. I think your poem was an unfortunate example of that. You should credit yourself for talking yourself out of it. It is a sign of courage. Good luck in the contest.
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Wow, Now I KNOW what your name means...
This is a really sad write...
Kinda wish I knew how to help, how to stop the pain. But I don't even know wo you are!
Just know that if you can't talk to me, tehre are many people on line who will understand or offer support to you.
I hope there isn't time to survive...
I suspect that the second stanza was the hardest to write... if you let yourself see what you were writing... I have a friend who is a master of disassociation.
Reminded constantly of the past attempts, but there is a burning question to that- do you regret them?
Do you look back in shame, or in fear?
I liked the flow of this write, it was so free, almost like the acrostic wasn't even there. You were born to write -
I hope that there isn't a third. There is so much to live for, I have learned this through time. I tried to kill myself eleven times, and I always wondered why they kept saving me. I found the reasons, and I hope one day you find yours. Great write, thank you for sharing.
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