Letting Go Poem by MyLast Words

I recently broke up with the first girl I was ever intimate with, at 25 years old, that's pretty depressing alone.

I got so angry and then so depressed for a moment, I did something I never quite imagined I'd do. Like many before me, I picked up the sharpest blade I could find and dug in into my arm. I made repeated slashes and attempts to mutilate my own flesh... I was actually after the pain more than anything else... I was surprised by how little blood I actually made appear. I was surprised how little it hurt.

Suicidal ideation has been running through my head for weeks but I'm no stranger to it, really deep down, I know I'm driven by the same things as the rest of us and a desire to survive is behind all my wanting to die. It makes no sense to my emotions but I didn't evolve to jump of a high rise building.

I took one hit to the heart, I experienced something new. I'll move on... I hope... I hope so much.

(The poem was written in minutes which nicely reflects the impulsiveness and thoughtless of many of my actions) But sharing it I hope helps me heal and so I do.