Here I am… 

Sitting in the dark.  Looking up suicide on Google.  It brought me to this site…

I read the pain of your words, and relate.  My heart hurts with you, and hurts like you.  I see your pain.  I see the desperation.  I see I’m not alone.

You feel it too…  That bottle of pills singing it’s Siren song, that sharp blade flashing like a knight in shining armor, that seductive rope calling your name to lovingly squeeze you into darkness.  They seduce me into a trance of thinking if only I could do it.

I am so desperate to not hurt any longer.  I try.  I really do.  I look online for things like “why I shouldn’t kill myself.”    I’ve been in counseling for years.  I have been to the hospital.  I am on more pills than I wish to admit.

Alas, here I am.  Sitting in the dark, daydreaming about death.  But, I read your words.  Like they were taken from my soul.  I’m not alone.  If only for this moment, I know you feel it too.