February 1st 2017 was the day I almost took my own life
The day I was done
But I couldn't get a sharp enough knife
And I just couldn't take the pills
It doesn't count as a sucide attempt
But it scared me how close I got
I held the bottle of pills , crying
I didn't want to go , but I didnt want to stay
So I was making myself do it
I told myself "Enough is enough, you don't have to fight anymore"
However I couldn't do it
I just couldn't
It's been a month since and things haven't really gotten better
But I'm still fighting because I don't want to be another casualty.
I want to win
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryCould be very triggering to people sufferIng with mental illinesses or prolong sadness Poems composed from my dark thoughts and released onto here in attempt to rid my head of its demons.
