This is just a narrative poem I wrote from the perspective of a suicidal person. It’s astonishing how many people view mental illness as something someone can control. I am NOT suicidal at all. Just clarifying before you read it.
I feel like I’m losing my mind
I didn’t do the crime but I’m stuck doing the time
Part of me wants to leave a note so you know why
The other part of me knows you won’t care when I’m no longer there
You didn’t care when I was there and now I’m flying away.
I hope but doubt you’ll realize my pain.
Everybody says it’s the cowards way out but do me a favor before you judge me
Hold a blade to your wrist and split it, watch ever bad decision you’ve ever made flash within your own mind and witness a vision what if you went with…
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