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i was supposed to kill myself today,
February 14, 2023.
it’s rainy today,
dark and dreary out.
the perfect day for me to go missing,
never make it to class or to work.
i was supposed to down a bottle of pills with vodka,
after eating things i’ve denied myself for the sake of being skinny.
i was supposed to use a rope and allow myself to swing freely,
like a child on a play set.
i was supposed to use my blades to carve deep into my skin,
watching blood bubble up to the surface.
i was supposed to stand in front of an oncoming train,
and let the impact take me away.
i was supposed to press a gun
to my temple,
or stick the barrel in my mouth,
or to pressed tightly to my chest.
i was supposed to kill myself today.
i was supposed to leave a note in my dorm,
detailing that i couldn’t go on like this.
lay out my heart all right there readily visible to the person that found me first.
i was supposed to leave a note at home to be found later.
my note was supposed to
detail
every single
horrible thing i’ve ever made it through
and every horrible thought i’ve had.
i was supposed to leave a bunch of notes
separate from the other,
to the individuals in my life i’d be letting down.
to say i’m sorry
for all the things i’ve done
to let them down.
and to tell them it’s not their fault,
i was already gone.
that i’ve been dead for years.
because it’s true,
i have.
im not ok, and i really haven’t been.
not in a long long time.
and i know it’s horrible
to make parents bury their children,
and grandparents bury their grandchildren,
but it’s also horrible to be
in just so much pain.
i was supposed to kill myself today.
but i’m still here.
February 14, 2023.
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i just want it to stop.
i was going to do some dumb shit tonight but my sister missed my call earlier and she’s the only one i care about. she felt bad about missing the call, i cant do this to her.
if she would have answered i could have actually fucking done it.
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He couldn't believe how easy it was
He put the gun into his face
Bang!
So much blood for such a tiny little hole
Problems do have solutions you know
A lifetime of fucking things up fixed
In one determined flash
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It’s so jarring when a flood of suicidal thoughts cascade into my consciousness. I’ve had a great day so far. Come home. For no reason the thoughts rush in. I’m simultaneously picturing previous suicidal behavior and getting a breathtaking glimpse into the absolute freedom I have to just fucking end it.
And I’m supposed to keep going, bipolar husband and dad, no worries everyone. I’m medicated so I’m sure everything will be fine. When actually I feel like eating a bullet.
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