If you use suicide as an escape, you were dead long before you finished that knot, before you opened that bottle, before you scaled that height, before you grabbed that blade.
Yes, you were still breathing, your blood was still flowing, you still had a pulse; but you were broken. So broken.
The outside showed no signs of wear but the inside, oh the inside was wrought with decay and blackness. A blackness so deep you would get lost for days.
And this time, this time you will never escape it, will you? You'll wield the instrument of your salvation and of others' despair and you'll be free.
Finally,
Wonderfully,
Graciously
Free.
YOU ARE READING
Just A Troubled Mind Looking For Peace
PoesíaA collection of lyrically inclined phrases that have popped into my head over the years. ~B.A.L.K Much love. Hard love.
