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and I think to myself, will today be the day?
Will I find release?
Will I finally rest in peace?
Will I put the barrel to my brain?
and do away with all the pain?
I never understood suicide,
but the thoughts have been rolling in like the tide.
I think of the life I once had,
and how my life has been getting gravely bad.
All it would take is just one squeeze,
then maybe I`ll be at ease.
As I lay here gun in hand,
I wonder will this be my last stand.
A stand against my thoughts alone,
Because sharing them with my other half is like picking a bone.
When I reach out and try to share,
I get back a tone of I don`t care.
I made a promise till death do we part,
And that came from the heart.
But as I lay here tonight,
I can`t help but wonder if I`ll loose this fight. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 153 [topic] => 48 [informant] => DarkWolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )

End of all Ends

Contributed by DarkWolf on Friday, 27th March 2020 @ 03:09:55 AM in AEST
Topic: EmotionalPoetry

I look over and see it locked away,
and I think to myself, will today be the day?
Will I find release?
Will I finally rest in peace?
Will I put the barrel to my brain?
and do away with all the pain?
I never understood suicide,
but the thoughts have been rolling in like the tide.
I think of the life I once had,
and how my life has been getting gravely bad.
All it would take is just one squeeze,
then maybe I`ll be at ease.
As I lay here gun in hand,
I wonder will this be my last stand.
A stand against my thoughts alone,
Because sharing them with my other half is like picking a bone.
When I reach out and try to share,
I get back a tone of I don`t care.
I made a promise till death do we part,
And that came from the heart.
But as I lay here tonight,
I can`t help but wonder if I`ll loose this fight.

Copyright © DarkWolf ... [ 2020-03-27 03:09:55]
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Re: End of all Ends (User Rating: 1 )
by Elisabeth on Sunday, 29th March 2020 @ 02:13:11 AM AEST
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Your state of being wants to die. Focus on what you want and live there, in heaven, in the mind/'/s eye, the one that sees the dark thoughts. Bring light to the dark. And despite what you see in reality, live there in your mind, as you do now, but with the new thoughts, your new heaven. And watch magic change your reality before your very eyes. Live in the wish fulfilled.

Re: End of all Ends (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Tuesday, 31st March 2020 @ 07:54:38 PM AEST
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put that gun away
things will get better
it takes time.....

Re: End of all Ends (User Rating: 1 )
by n2dep2care on Thursday, 2nd April 2020 @ 04:42:04 AM AEST
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This brings back memories of my attempt to eradicate the pain plaguing me back in 2010. I swallowed a butt load of pills, and fortunate for me my body rejected them and I threw them up. Looking back on that time now, I don/'/t know what was so horrible that I would choose to take my life. Saying that, to tell you this, and I hope you understand- things change. That is the one constant in our lives. They change- they don/'/t always get better or change for the good but you/'/ll never know what you could have made of yourself, or done or became because you took this one moment in time and decided to destroy your future for it. One moment in time against your future. Get help, seek it out there is plenty out there for you. Since I don/'/t know your age I will leave this number for you National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-TALK (8255). Please call before you do something you can NOT take back. Your poem is gut-wrenching, deep and dark. You have the talent here- don/'/t waste it.

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