Any Exit Spiral

 

Melancholy
on
suicide watch,
the center cracks.
Can a hug repair pain?

 

 

Suicide Prevention Awareness Month.

The title: Any Exit Spiral is Anagram for ‘Anxiety’ and ‘Spiral’ endless depth.

Suicidal thoughts a personal struggle for many of us,
a fight to stay alive in this chaotic world.
Sometimes we are too afraid to talk to anyone
about what we are feeling inside,
its’ easy to put on a mask
and hide what we are going through.

We do not (want to ruin anyone’s day).

We are human, we are vulnerable,
we need to feel encourage and feel safe to have a conversation.

If you know anyone who is going through something…
please reach out, check up on each other,
and be there for your friend, or loved one.

 

 

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Melancholy Repeats the Dark Void

 

I know what it feels like to not belong.
Society and I never really got along.
People always judge me because I’m different
Maybe their right at least I’m not a fucken ignorant.
The flash-backs of my past drown me in pain
Tomorrow’s desolation repeats itself again.
My memory as a child triggers depression.
A gun to my head signals my frustration.
So vulnerable, weak, I fell into a nervous breakdown.
Melancholy darkens the void, heartache total meltdown.
Every single day my father scorns me to a point of nothing.
If I can achieve the impossible it’s worth luck to something.
I have to live with PTSD for the rest of my eternal life.
I should have ended before with a sharp clean knife.

 

 

 

This poem was reflecting the past of me being bullied and being humiliated.

It sucks what some of us go through in life. We have each other, friends, family, and loved ones. Give each other a hug and smile. Life is beautiful and precious.

 

 

 

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