every day, i fill my stomach with medicine to make the pain go away.
but lately, i've hated the medicine.
it doesn't work anymore.
nothing can make me happy anymore,
every day feels worse than the last,
and there's nothing i can do about it.
every day, i've thought about suicide.
how relieving it must feel to finally let go.
to escape the useless medicine
to escape my worthless life,
to escape the pain of simply existing.
but i haven't worked up the courage yet.
maybe this is a cry for help,
or maybe it's a suicide note,
or maybe it's even just a reflection of my deeper feelings,
but whatever this is,
i ask of everyone one thing,
to anyone who will listen:
please talk to your friends today.
please ask them if they are okay.
even if they say yes, they are okay, ask them why they feel that way.
let them share their feelings,
and please comfort them.
for the love of god, please take them seriously and make them feel loved.
because even if they take their medicine,
maybe it just doesn't work for them anymore.
after all, love is the best medicine of them all.
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everything changes (but we all stay the same)
Poetryif my life could be replayed, if i could share my struggles over the course of time, if i could create such a thing, an endless recording of my life; it would be over hours and hours of overthinking. - (trigger warning for frequent, graphic descr...
