Into you head, them tearing in.
You shriek in pain, tears running down your chin.
But no one can here you.
You’ve not given up, but they cut through.
You, still weak and hopeless, whisper out at the dead of night,
“go away, go away, thoughts!
For I am tired, and without you, rest peacefully I might!”
[Suicide Warning]
Please don’t judge my brain.
Can you imagine if you were to commit suicide, but as you’re in the process of it (ex: choking, falling, hanging) you regretted it and wanted to live but your already almost dead and there’s nothing you can do to save yourself?