The feelings portrayed in this poem are from bitter personal experience, which was relieved only by penning this piece. By releasing it, I hope that others who might feel the same can gain an understanding that no matter how alone they may feel, there are many others who have come through this to live again.
When you are able to see the light again, look back on this and it will forever be a warning and an awareness that things are not as bad as they might be.
This poem originally was published in Sad Poems - Depression and Suicide Poems
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Why does the thought of death The feeling of ending this life The torture, the pain, the hurt The discomfort I cause, Why does it feel so right? But the thought of the pain The mechanics, the method The hows and wherefores.. Why is that so beyond me, my abilities, My confidence? I know I would be better dead All I care for is others All I do is hurt others All I want to do is leave others To their lives away from me Is my inability from caring? Knowing the final act of hurt The final ability to screw others To give those who truly care A pain even I haven't done before? But they would recover And they could see it was done Maybe not consciously, but truly For the best for them And therefore the best for me. Is it fear that stops me? The inability to take the pain I couldn't inflict on myself The yellow man I am, The quitter, never finishing the Job So I carry on to conceal the feelings Trying to do all I can for all And still I hurt and give pain Cause confusion wherever I go That is why I pray to die. |
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