My Suicide~

When morning comes there will be no light. For time has run out. Day shall no longer fade to night. Darkness encases all. Engulfs the souls of many as it plays with their inner self and grows to control your mind. Lost? That sounds about right. Hurt? Well of course. People words blow away not to be heard as your stuck in your own little world trapped by death and the longing to fade away. To die and not live anther day. Oh the sweet ode of death. My body aches for such comfort of knowing it could all end at the drop of a dime. Why not? Your world has already been conquered. From which the land you come, there is no rank. Neither King nor peasant. It’s a globe of silent empty space longing to be filled with someone’s cries for help.; cries that will go unheard. Why? Because in every game there’s a winner and a loser. Guess you got the lucky hand. Your rolling around the ground carrying the stench of hurt and unheard pain. Only one man knows such a fragrance. You lay a trail and he’s sure to follow. You find comfort in his arms only to find you can see no better then when you were blind. But its to late. Your lost and guess what. Nobody’s looking. That’s right. Life goes on as your left lifeless on the floor. People, they step around you. Label you off as another one of them. Overlook you and leave you abandoned and exiled from society. For no one knows the pain of being overlooked. All the hypocrites saying they care. Saying there will be an end. Your words say so little for the amount of actions you produce. Congrats and welcome to this world. Your burial plot, it sits and waits. Your gravestone reads welcome. So that’s it, lean a little farther over the edge. But know this. You will be brushed off as another statistic. Your loved ones will shed few tears and put you in the past. Why? Because they were never there for you. Nor your best friend. That’s right your lost and no one cares to look. Empty space. More empty space. See that’s all life really is. It’s filling that empty space. Only if you could be loved the way you love, but its to late, you’ll be gone before the dial tone. Make mends with your inner demons because soon you’ll be playing for the same side and this time you may be truly and completely lost.
knifeb4life knifeb4life
18-21, F
4 Responses Dec 1, 2012

Remember, I feel very much the same as you, but ponder this: especially the lines I put ******* before and after


******“To be, or not to be: that is the question: ******
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
******And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; ******
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

******To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;********

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Very beautifully written, it is something to think of

you know ive lain lifeless... you saved me though

know you can talk to me anyday at anytime. im here to listen. Im glad i could help you even if it was in some small way.

thanks

"People, they step around you. Label you off as another one of them. Overlook you and leave you abandoned and exiled from society. For no one knows the pain of being overlooked. All the hypocrites saying they care. Saying there will be an end."

This quote is exactly how I feel. Also, I don't think this was messily written by any means. I think you perfectly described how depression can feel like when it gets really bad.

You should read my story My Dear Friend Depression or something like that. ud like it

Hey whats up??? How are you? Read your story... You look sad... Look i know life isnt easy & actually no one promised us that it will be but i can say that in life there is fun... Some fun which always comes in way... People may say anything to you but at the last its actually going to depend on you how you want your life... Hey girl comeon... Kick this depression out of your life... If its not going back then give other loved ones to kick depression out of your life... Well you write good.. But messy... Once you learn how to put your words in more artistic manner then you might become one of the renowned authors. Cheers for that:). Have a fun day & enjoy:)

Have had a rough past week, or month, or even year for that matter. When you have depression as bad as I do, even to the point I've been hospitalized for several times, its kinda hard to just get up and kick depression out of my life. I try everyday trust me. and thank you for the kind words. I love writing and i agree, this was put together kinda messy. Maybe you could see some of my other stuff

Yeah in the evening iam going to read lots of other stories written by you:).