I Remember Suicide

I remember when
suicide was my daily cup of tea.

I remember when
it seemed like the only way
I could force the peace
I seeked to ease
the pain I felt
slicing me up inside like an angry beast.

I remember
digging graves in my head
yet for the life in me
I did not have the courage
to take myself off life support.

4 thoughts on “I Remember Suicide

  1. Great description of troubled times – well done!

    Last week marked the 20th anniversary of my favorite brother’s suicide. He gave no reason, so we were left to guess. Twenty years and I’ve never gotten used to the idea that he is not around. . . .

    Again, well done!

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