TO all my readers
my poetic friends
i wanted to say
this is a permanent goodbye
i am depress and no longer
feel welcome by anyone
i haven’t been myself in a long time
i can not do this anymore for
i am sorry
i want it to all end
i think this is what best
I always knew things would get worse
i wouldnt have a better life
i knew I wouldn’t see pass
the age 21
im broken
for tonight I will end it all
this is my call
my goodbye on earth is here
please don’t shed a tear
no one needs me that’s why
I am not here
my life will end tonight
for I am my own murderer
in disguise
Poetry
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I don’t know if this is just poetry, or you really are planning on killing yourself but PLEASE don’t. I know we don’t know each other, and I know everything seems bleak, and I know you’re tired, but you have to believe that you haven’t exhausted every possible solution. Before you do anything, take a drink, eat a snack, go work out, take a nap, take a shower, hug a living thing. Do all of those things and see if everything still seems awful. Please don’t hurt yourself. 21 years is just the beginning. There’s way better things ahead. You just have to be around to see it. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
LISTEN TO ME. I don’t know if this poem expresses yourself or if it’s fiction. If it’s the latter ignore me. You CANNOT do this. I know what this feels like to feel nothing, to think no one cares about you, or that you are better off dead than to burden them. I promise you won’t always feel this way, and it isn’t true. But for now, find one thing so don’t do this. I don’t care if you go to bed, take a shower, stare at a screen watching a TV show, call someone, just do something, anything but the physical action of harming yourself. You have people that love and care about you, and you have life that you will want to live waiting for you, even though you may feel empty now. PLEASE TALK TO SOMEONE. It’s not weak, and you’re not burdening them. JUST DON’T THIS. Call this number 1-800-273-8255 for support. If you want to contact me, my email is [email protected]. I’m gonna say this again. DON’T DO THIS. Please.
Dear Maserati,
Your poem moved me deeply. I am not sure if you are serious, so I want to echo what the other commentators have said, and say PLEASE don’t harm yourself. You are important. You are valuable. Your writing tells us that you are creative, that you have a gift with words. It is not true that the world doesn’t need you, or wouldn’t miss you. We are all connected, all of us a part of something bigger. What we do affects each other. You matter, I promise. Please seek help. I am so sorry for the ways that you have been hurt and let down. I am so sorry for all the pain you have experienced. But please, please, hurting yourself is not the answer. The world would be a darker place without you. If you want to talk, you can reach me at [email protected]. Know that I am thinking about you, and hoping you find what you need.
Love, Angie
THAnk yo but everything is serious tonight at 12 is the beginning of me ending it all
Look at these strangers who so deeply do not want you to do this. Think about what your family, friends, pets, acquaintances, teachers, professors, coaches, advisors, therapists, confidants would feel. You don’t need to do this. It won’t make it better. What if there’s nothing after death? Live another day. Live to write another poem. You never know what’s around the corner.
Masarati? Are you there? Please don’t die!
There is so much more than this tiny fraction of life. I know it feels like forever, and I know that there are so many people who know, or think they know. I know people who have committed suicides and there is still so much pain, hurt, and confusion by all those who loved them. Right now, you are loved by someone. Whether that be someone you know or someone you don’t or someone above or someone below, they are trying to hold your hand and tell you to not do this. You wrote this poem, and it’s so tragic, but this is your call. I don’t know you, but this is a call for someone to care. We all care, and I care. Please, please. You don’t even know how the rest of your life will play out. You are so much more than this fraction of you, and please, please don’t do this.
And it’s okay to be depressed. It’s more than okay. But you have to keep going, because you aren’t just your depression. You are all your beautiful memories and words and happiness. Just remember that. This may be temporary or it may even be lasting. But things get better and life turns around in the blink of an eye. Please please live to see another sunrise, and maybe, just maybe the sun will finally rise on your horizon.
Are you still with us Masarati?
Dear Masarati,
I know you may think I am just saying this just to be nice, but in all honesty, I have had my fair share of suicidal thoughts. And I have heard my friends themselves say “i just want to die”. Please don’t. There are people out there who would ruin there lives, wondering what they did wrong for you to commit suicide. Please don’t!