My heart beats
My lungs fill with air
I can walk and talk
But am I really living?
My thoughts are filled with death
Filled with thoughts of suicide
My mind is spinning with these thoughts
A gun?
I might miss
A knife?
The cuts are never deep enough
Pills?
I might just throw them up
Carbon Monoxide?
Takes too long
Hanging?
The rope may break
Burning?
Someone may save me
Drowning?
I may float upwards
All my attemps have failed
And yet I look for more.
More exciting
More reliable
Living or Dead?
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The minds painful fall into darkness, it takes strength to write this way, there is light if you really want it that much. Stay strong, brilliant piece,10 Best wishes Jon