If I wrote you a suicide letter would you reply?
If I let my ink run out, would you let it dry?
Do I have to leave you bereft?
Just to summon the person who left.
Urging the comeback of the man I was
A person who had confidence in all he does
Now I’m adrift in a dark sea
Suffocating in the thought of me
I hate myself, and I’m to blame
Pretty sure I’m clinically insane
Emotions buried down, heart stopping
My two kids, the only thing keeping me from dropping/
I’m constantly climbing out of an insurmountable hole/
Shedding layers of my soul
It would be easier to cease all breath
Welcome the cold embrace of death
They say get hobbies and time will heal
But I have no hobbies, and it hurts to feel
Every second of every day is pain
I crave relief, but my kids make me refrain
But how long will that win?
What can stop this immoral sin?
Maybe I’ll try to talk, write a letter.
Maybe if I vomit words I’ll feel better.
Take a blade to my wrists let the ink flow
Let’s give miracle prose a go.
I’m writing you a suicide letter, will you reply?
But my ink is running out, will you let it dry?
-Poetic Ice
Very relatable and beautifully written.
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