I think that I'm suicidal. Its been so long since I've thought of that word, when I'm alone its in me festering, begging for me to go to that, so I can be in a worry less existence, but at the same time i know I can't leave them. I know that inside I'm dying even though I'm still alive. I want to cut myself but can't even find the inner strength for that. And I know that I can't, I don't know, I just can't.
Its there, its real, its not a poem but it is, kinda both, I mean I feel it all, and had to share it. But know I could never kill myself. If I do that, I'd go to hell, and as much as I despise this, I don't want to spend the rest of eternity in fire.
But its a close call sometimes.
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