Suicide feeling arrive as the razor blade, or the needle comes closer to my arm.
In the back of my mind I’m think what should I do?
Should I just let it happen, or make it do what it does?
Then my brain starts to wonder.
My life isn’t that important what can I do, I’m good for nothing my life is a reckoning every time I wake.
All I feel is depression and disappointment.
Then my heart takes over and tells me everything I’m thinking isn’t true, and tries to
Make me change my mind by reminding me the importance, and the impact I had on someone special to me as the voice of my heart fades.
As I steady cut through the flesh, and which my sins slowly leak out my arm soulless body brakes down, and collapse as
I lay there bleeding out my body screams out for me crying and asking me why. Why did I do this to myself, why would I let myself go out this way why. As my vision fades
I hear someone come in, and start screaming SOMEONE HELP ME CALL 911 they kiss me then said,
I love you just hold on for me. I awoke next day I looked over I was so proud to call you my wife, you gave me a reason to live. “I LOVE YOU TO”
It's funny how something so simple can have such a big impact.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WOW papi.......who is da female n dis poem yo? ? ? ? ?