suicidal ideation
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The private hell is construedfrom the warped inner truthverity gone as consequencein the landscape that grace forgot
The snake of life
Curls around the corner
Is it venomous?
I won’t know
Until I’m too far
To turn back
But I keep walking
To whomsoever that it may concern:
I write this as a spirit looking back,
Back, back, to you, and hope that you may learn
"Fuck."
"I want to die," I say.
"I wasn't supposed to let it get this bad again," I say.
As if I have any choice in the matter.
As if my brain isn't the traitor here.
Official diagnosis: Anxiety and Depression
In Kindergarten terms, that means
My brain won’t shut off
And sometimes I can’t remember
How to be happy
It means that when I get home at night
Die
Go away and say goodbye
Leave this life
Of pain and strife
Feel the noose tighten around my neck
Feel myself swing lifelessly from the balcony
The snap of my neck as I die
