I am aware that this poem doesn't exactly have structure and isn't very detailed or anything. I just sort of wrote it late last night and thought I should share my experience with suicide with...everyone. It is like a scar that just won't go away. I can't change the past, therefore I cannot change the fact that Yes, I once was suicidal. I didn't want to go into the details of all the things I did when I was suicidal because I'm sure people would either 1. Report me or 2. It would bother some people and I would get a bad reputation. So for everyone's sake...I left out certain details but the main story is there.
I have something to say
A secret to share
Please listen, my friend
Show that you care
I cry and scream
Dropping the knife to the floor
All I wanted was to end my life
I wanted nothing more
The pain felt so good
So bittersweet
I curled up in my blanket
And blood stained sheet
I couldn't do it
Couldn't say goodbye
I ignored the facts
And left with a sigh
Words do hurt
And they do kill
Please watch what you say
I hope you will...
...So yeah, that was my poem. I'm pretty much just trying to remind people that you should really be careful what you say to some people. They, often times, take it seriously and punish themselves because of it. For me, it was all the rumors and everything that people would say about me. It really got to me and I couldn't control my urges to just plunge a knife in my chest or swallow a handful of pills. Thank God I had someone there to help me through all of it. But a lot of people don't have anyone to go to and in the end, many people do commit suicide. Just be careful you guys. And to the people that have every felt this way...No matter how hard things get, it will always get better.
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