Venting A Poem or Two

[UserFromNowhere]

My friends sing their sorrows, while I could die at any time. Yet I keep it hidden. Behind my guarded eyes there is a silent lie. No one knows the depths of my plight, except this site, a beacon in the fading light.

I wallow in darkness, trying to lend a hand, to help others navigate life's shifting sand. The words of support I offer to them, I cannot embrace. I'm lost in this struggle, a desolate place.

Medication and therapy offer no release. Just trapping me deeper, begging for peace. A mind in slow decay, with thoughts that never cease, and never drift away.

Soft deadlines and tasks hold me in their sway, as a voice whispers "end it now" and steals my day. These days filled with sleep, a weary distraction. I have nothing left in this life, yet thoughts hold me here. Pain clouds my mind, but accepting the permanence of death is no easy fashion.

 

[UserFromNowhere]

I don't want to live, nor wish to see another day. To face boredom's torment, or pain's relentless sway. No exit seems in sight, just suffering's deep decree. Life holds no dominion, just a plummeting spree. I sit here on this Earth, the cold blue marble's grace, toiling for my end, a desperate, shadowed place. It grows increasingly difficult, each passing day, to see tomorrow's dawn, to chase the dark away.

"I could take my life today," I say, without a plea, to no one in particular, lost for all to see. I cannot yet depart, too much left to plan. If my death leaves a burden, it'd be sorrowfully bittersweet. I sit and ponder, hoping someone hears my call. All I can say is I can't stay awake much longer. Death's sweet embrace calls to me, a final soothing plea. When can I accept her, and finally be free?

 

[kagebunshin]

I sit and ponder, hoping someone hears my call.

I hear you.