I feel low, I feel sad
backs against the wall now
Noone to call, Im so mad
I’ve been stabbed, I grab the knife from my back
I stab it in you harder, than when you stabbed me
Im so lonely, lost in my mind
Not knowing when it’ll be my time
Not too soon, not too late
I wait patiently in my room
The sounds of booms trigger voices
they eat at me Im hearing noises, what choices do I have?
Are they good or are they bad?
I feel so low, so I slowly run this blade across my wrists
wanting to take this life of mine. Not thinking about
will I be missed?, who if anyone would even miss me?
Noone because Im lost in misery.
Noone here to even hear me
I beg for help, I seek a better day
Noone around to take it all away. All this pain, and all this hurt
has left me to bloody up another shirt.
When will the pain and hurt go away?
When will I ever stop suffering?
With this blood Im coloring, this black, white and gray life of mine.
Looking to seek light not dark.
Please help me before I do something drastic. Like stop my own heart…
2 comments
It might take a long time for the loneliness, feelings of betrayal and desolation to subside but they will. But if you ever decide to give up, do not do so unless you are satisfied you have explored all treatments whether medical or otherwise, spoken to everyone or anyone and only then can an informed decision can be made. Otherwise suicide is arguably a mistake, because there may well have been an alternative. Sometimes we are not able to put ourselves right, especially when you are badly out of sorts and in those circumstances we have to look for others to help.
Religion has been a topic in recent posts and topics. SP is a little like religion from a certain point of view. Most of us preach, tell others how they should live but are unable to provide practical assistance. We all have our limits. When I first joins this site it was my dream to offer more. Maybe one day.
Sorry if that all sounds like gobbledygook. I havnt slept in 26 hrs you know.