Just unfolded thoughts of a topic that many never discuss or afraid to reach out when feeling the only way out is self distruction...
Silence is a killer when one has been consumed with despair and the only way out is taking their own life..
Their is no greater pain to experience then knowing a loved one or a good friend.Who decided to quit,instead of reaching out for help..
Suicide is a way of saying "I quit" God you can't fire me!
I wanted to die,backwhen.I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in.To feel worthless,nothing seems to fit in your life.It is easy to set yourself up to trap yourself in self distruction.Their is no warning when your mind controls your ability to think cleary when suicide captivates you.
Love comes and goes,but when it falls apart,it falls hard.At times a heart can't endure such pain.When really no one wants to die.It is the pain they they wish to live without.
How do you tell someone,you want to die?
How do you express the feelings that terrorize you?
Life can swallow you whole leaving you with an empty soul
Putting on a act,leaving everyone confused.
Assuming you are happy and fun loving,when really
you are miserable as hell..
This game of life she can not win
Her heart is batter and bruised
She doesn't want anyone judging her
She doesn't want to lie
Pretend life is fine
If people knew the truth
Would they accept her?Comfort her?
Support her in her time of misery...
She tries to express herself
She doesn't like what she has become
Sounds in her head
A voice whispering:
"Stand where I stood"
"And you will understand"
"The choice I had to make"
She gave her all
In this place of torture
She calls her home..
She can't heal her wounds inside
It's something that can never heal
She regrets the pain she has caused
Hurting friends and loved ones
She feels she is poison
Everyone she loves or has encountered
All seem to fade away..
To fade away,she wishes too...
Poetry by workoutrules
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Written on 2010-05-17 at 02:56
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suicide thoughts
Suicide...a subject many never want to discuss or express themselves to tell someone they don't want to live anymore..Silence is a killer when one has been consumed with despair and the only way out is taking their own life..
Their is no greater pain to experience then knowing a loved one or a good friend.Who decided to quit,instead of reaching out for help..
Suicide is a way of saying "I quit" God you can't fire me!
I wanted to die,backwhen.I wanted to destroy the body I was trapped in.To feel worthless,nothing seems to fit in your life.It is easy to set yourself up to trap yourself in self distruction.Their is no warning when your mind controls your ability to think cleary when suicide captivates you.
Love comes and goes,but when it falls apart,it falls hard.At times a heart can't endure such pain.When really no one wants to die.It is the pain they they wish to live without.
How do you tell someone,you want to die?
How do you express the feelings that terrorize you?
Life can swallow you whole leaving you with an empty soul
Putting on a act,leaving everyone confused.
Assuming you are happy and fun loving,when really
you are miserable as hell..
This game of life she can not win
Her heart is batter and bruised
She doesn't want anyone judging her
She doesn't want to lie
Pretend life is fine
If people knew the truth
Would they accept her?Comfort her?
Support her in her time of misery...
She tries to express herself
She doesn't like what she has become
Sounds in her head
A voice whispering:
"Stand where I stood"
"And you will understand"
"The choice I had to make"
She gave her all
In this place of torture
She calls her home..
She can't heal her wounds inside
It's something that can never heal
She regrets the pain she has caused
Hurting friends and loved ones
She feels she is poison
Everyone she loves or has encountered
All seem to fade away..
To fade away,she wishes too...
Poetry by workoutrules
Read 478 times
Written on 2010-05-17 at 02:56
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