So I wrote this poem to the people who would be affected if I would commit suicide because I’ve been seriously considering it lately.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry but
Holding on for one more day
will never make me stronger,
So stop the lies
and pitifull smiles
cause it won’t ever stop me,
You’re screaming ‘don’t do it’
the world’s screaming ‘it’s over’
how selfish of me
to finally go free
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry but
This messed up world
will go on,
This messed up world
will be your home,
I hope you’ll forgive me
all my mistakes,
I hope you’ll understand
you weren’t at fault,
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
I didn’t mean to leave,
but I was too far gone
I’m so sorry
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Hi Kate… Your writing conveys quite a message. It’s good to write… It gets your thoughts out. I’m glad you wrote what you did. May I ask what’s happening? If you’d like to talk, there are many of use here who will listen.
I love your poetry Kate… it’s a shame you don’t have happy things to write poetry about.. I’m in the same boat… i like to write, and i’m gonna write something right now:
The pain, the pain, it never goes away,
For you, I feel envy, to have a good or a bad day.
For me, it’s pain, consistent, unrelenting,
Feeling like I have o ask for forgiveness whenever I’m venting,
I never had happiness, never felt glee,
For me that’s a TV show, never to feel,
The harship I feel, that makes me wanna die,
For non-sufferers it’s insane, for me it’s (the end of) my life.
I just wrote that,, drunk, and feeling so failed by life… always feeling unhappy, never feeling any kind of joy. I know the reasons, molestation, bulllying for ten years, dysfunctional family, blahdy blahdy blah…. Everyone tells me I’ve had it so hard…. But that’s no consolation, I just wanted a normal life.
I did everything i could to be happy…. I got the highest grade in one of the top universities, I was voted one of the so-called hottest bachelors in ireland, i tried to play my sport at the highest level but feel so closely short, i was within three guys of making the squad for the highest level football in my country… despite being beaten, despite my father and brother always telling me I was shit at football… I broke my leg just after I had trials that would finally put me above all the people who destroyed my life, but that happened, and that was the end of my happiness, the end of my life…. i wish i had a gun right now…. i wish i could just pull the trigger and end my pain… people look at animals who are in physical pain and they decide it’s best for them to die, but nobody does that for human beings with mental pain caused by other people… we’re made to feel guilty, to feel like we should live on in pain otherwise we’re being selfish… i wish i could be more supportive, i wish i could be happy and say i’ll help you, but i can’t, even though i would love to… all i can say is i hope you can be happy and find love and not be brought down by the bad people… xxx