as the days go by i feel smaller and smaller and suicide seems more appealing. every day i feel like dying and every night i die, in a way. the only thing that keeps me hanging is my poetry. nothing else. not my girlfriend, not my soon-to-be-born baby boy, nor my friends and family. i feel like i got nowhere to go, i’m trapped inside this hellish reality and i don’t have the mental strength to break through it. i would’ve probably kill myself if my poetry was already published, but it’s not. hence i won’t kill myself. not until my words will light the world’s eyes. that’s all i want. after that, well, who knows?
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Im glad your poetry helps you. ART of any kind can be a healing agent and a good way to vent.
Why not live to do more? why not seek to get some stuff published or self publish and then live to do more? Look at people like J. Beiber he self published music on YouTube to get started and now he is an international star. Publish your work somehow.
I don’t understand why you would’ve killed yourself if your poetry was already published. Once your poetry is published and helps others, wouldn’t you want to continue publishing more work?
It’s nice you found something that is keeping you going. Like PhantomCitizen43, art is healing. There are many artists who have used art when they were in the depths of despair, and in turn, it has helped the viewer of the artwork as well. I hope you do share your talent with the world.
it’s more about getting the hurtful truth out than to help others through my work. once it’s out there is nothing for me here.
Ah, I see. I would just hope you would be able to enjoy the success your work would bring you. I wish you all the best.
thanks 🙂