TW: This poem contains depression and attempted suicide
The day I tried to kill myself, the weight of depression loomed so heavily, no glimmer of hope could be seen.
The day I tried to kill myself, I was a prisoner, desperate for any escape.
The day I tried to kill myself, I felt insignificant, like a speck of dust, holding no impact in the vastness of the world.
The day I tried to kill myself, I not only believed my world was consumed by darkness, but that I was the darkness itself.
The day I tried to kill myself, I thought I would be doing a service to those around me, granting them a favor, sparing them from a burden.
I was convinced that ending my life would put an end to the pain.
But pain can't simply be erased.
It spreads like a contagious disease, infecting the hearts of those left behind. If my attempt succeeded, maybe I'd be free
But this act, so liberating, would have confined others in the prison of grief.
My attempt was a failure, but also a strange triumph.
The day I tried to kill myself, I realized I'd leave an imprint on all those I cared about, that I wouldn't truly be gone,
The darkness would persist, reminding them of the battles I fought and lost within.
The day I tried to kill myself, I discovered there was a flicker of light, if only I looked closely enough and held onto belief,
Life was something worth fighting for.
I was something worth fighting for.
It was only after the day I tried to kill myself, that I began to feel alive.
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Embracing The Dark (a mental health poetry collection.)
PoetryTW: These poems discuss topics like suicide, eating disorders, self harm, and depression. "I'm sick, for depression is an ailment that devours, Like a virus spreading through my being, Leaving no part untouched, no semblance of health. Untreated, i...
