Here I stand
alone,
lostfallingwhere am I?
who am I?
blue pills
three, four
a whole bottle
I
sleepmy mother cries
a white light above
firey deapths below
what happened?
I can't remember
fallingNO!!!I want to live
I cry
no one hears
no one cares
help melost,
alonenot alive
above
deathI slip
Grasping for a handhold
nothingnessI
missand
fall.
suicide is one of those things that I try just not to think about. I wrote this a few hours before I posted it. When I think too much about
Life, the Universe, and Everything I feel
overwhelmed.
Poetry helps to calm me. The blue pills are the
sleeping pills I usually take but really I know better. I have a list that I made through a lot of painstaking research of common medications and how much to take to commit
suicide. My doctor won't give me enough of my
sleeping pills for me to succeed that way.