I write
for promises broken,
for lives destroyed,
for memories of a future
that will never come to pass.
For things unforgivable,
For begging forgiveness.
Scatter now
the pieces to the world,
of broken trust,
of broken hearts,
of lost souls.
The air is stagnant
and my life has gone stale.
Hope is just a word
Meaningless as I.
For without you I am nothing and never have I been
I beg you – this time, let me go
I miss you
equi
So much time has passed now,
so many lives have faded,
so many selves have come and gone.
So many sleepless nights…wanting, waiting, wasted
Why have I taken this life?
This sloth existence
The world turns – never ending
My world full of failures – collapsing
I am me, my life is not and I am left wanting
Always craving more
Damned to mediocrity
Take me now, show me who I should be, show me who I have always been
Rip away the facade, the faces
Stripped and naked soul – my soul
Show me
Desperation sets in now..panic, obscurity
Stop the world from turning
I just came across this site a couple hours ago, and decided to join…
Seems everyone kinda does a little intro, so here’s mine…First suicide attempt at 12, most recently was yesterday after my Dr confirmed that I was, in fact, a burden. Been abused for 22 of the 28 years I’ve been alive…umm so many mental and physical disorders and pain it’s not really worth listing.
No friends, very little family (who are under constant re-assurance that I have ‘recovered’), and self employed so no co-workers to force social interaction.
It’s amazing there is a place where suicide and death itself can be discussed so freely, honestly […]