Tonight,
I filled the bucket up,
Sat down and breathe deeply,
As I am preparing to drown myself.
Tonight I tried to kill myself.
The same way I did before with my life but in a different twist.
I try not fighting myself to breathe again.
Tonight, I almost killed myself.
And as I type these words,
My face is all wet, red,
With mind floating,
Im not sure what words to put in.
Because heck, I tried to kill myself.
Again! And with 'again',
Do you know how many times I have tried it before?
I do not know!
All I know is when I try to pull my body back, something is pushing me more.
Tonight, as I get my face out of the water,
I can't breathe through my nose.
And I know something is wrong.
And I am afraid,
That sooner or later, I might not find comfort in writing.
That sooner or later or in no time, I might have done it--successfully.
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My Life and Other Things
PoetryThe thing is I do not know if my life is too common or I am just so unfocused and alone. The thing is I want to know if every people is same as me, or if that difference makes us the same. The thing is I have to write it all because that's the only...
