Trying - A Poem For My Father

Trying - A Poem For My Father

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Only published on Wattpad. This was written about three months after my father commited suicide. I was struggling to understand and process my emotions and this poem, if you can call it that, poured out of me one of the nights when I couldn't sleep. It has been just over four months as at the time of posting this and I still struggle with my emotions. We were not particularly close but he was still my father and I still do not understand why. But I no longer need an answer. Please do not leave any horrible comments as I am sensitive about this. The words are my own feelings so please do not judge them. ©2022 Eloise Benjamin / greenwitchwrites. All rights reserved. No part of this poem may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without written permission from the author. This body of work is available exclusively on Wattpad. If you're viewing it on a different website or under a different username, it has been illegally stolen and you may be at risk of malware. Please head over to Wattpad and let me, the original author, know if you come across this situation by finding me @greenwitchwrites.
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I've always had a feeling that I would die young. Ever since I started pondering on deaths door I've had this feeling. I could care less about the hell and heaven shenanigans, but death. I want it. The end of my life. I want to be in my suit, in my coffin, in the ground and my soul to be gone. I've been waiting for 16 years, yet no sign of death opening his door no matter how many times I ring his doorbell. Yeah, I enjoy thinking about my end. Especially at moments like this... *** #1 physical #1 cuteguys #1 addiction #2 self-esteem *** Started: 7 November 2022 Finished: 18 April 2024

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