Death
A sharp blade Slicing through her skin Drawing a crimson line Bringing her closer Again and again Cuts getting deeper Her desire to die Leading her nearer Blood pooling around Her body growing weak The blackness of death Pulling her in She’d dreamt for so long Of this final breath Life slipping away Yielding to darkness Her choice had been made Her decision was final Too late to turn back The knife fell from her hand To escape from it all To finally find freedom She wanted to rest This had been her wish Was this what she wanted? Could she change her mind? Was her final thought . . .
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Wow...I really don\'t like what I\'m reading. I hope this isn\'t a suicide letter. If it is will you promise me you will call for an ambulance? This poem is not good. It scares me. Please message me!! I don\'t know what I can do, but I can listen to you and I can talk. I care about you...I\'ve been suicidal several times and also attempted three times. I praise God that I didn\'t succeed!! My life is sooo much worth living now. I just had to, and still have to some times, walk through the difficult times.
Not a suicide letter. Just how I\'m feeling at the moment. I\'m not going to act on it yet. Though I am trying to convince myself it\'s something I need to show my counselor tomorrow.