I was close. So close.
You stopped me mangomango.
Why? Why bother stopping
the damned? Why bother helping
me?! I’m no one to you! I’m a stranger.
Less than that! I’m. A. Dying. Whisp!
You are a fool to save me.
Yet here you are, I reread your
comments, damn you. You stopped me.
Damn you. You made me think.
You made me realize people love me.
You made me realize..damn you! I was
so close! So ready! Now I’m not sure,
my cuts burn, they hurt. I hate them.
I love them. I hate them! I hate myself!
I love you. I love everyone. What will
I do with my life? How will I live?
I’m broken. I’m damned. But
I’m stuck here. In the realm of the living.
2 comments
You have so many strong emotions. I admire that you’re working through them and expressing them. I am also intensely glad to see you write again. And why bother? You’re worth it. You’re loved. You’re worth saving. Maybe it will take you a while to believe it, but it’s true. And I believe that God made you and loves you, and that he died to save you – you’re worth saving, for that reason alone, and there are so many others.
As for what you will do with your life, that I don’t know. I can’t say. Maybe none of us can say for sure. But you can just take it one step at a time, if that’s easier.
Praying for you. Hoping to see you write again. Send me an email if you want to talk about anything that’s bothering you. Also, the nurse in me hopes you’ll take care of your cuts so they don’t get infected, because that can get nasty.
that was great!