I have never been suicidal. Depressed, melancholic, and prone to inner reflection but never suicidal. However, I have had suicidal thoughts before and lately. This poem touches on this subject. I blame it on having an active imagination that tries to analyze and picture every thing that tumbles through it.
Unfortunately I relate quite well to this piece. It is a dark insight into your mind, very personal and painful from what I can see- and for that I'm sorry you're going through this, I know all too well what emptiness is.
This was a delight to read. Although I think it would read easier with some punctuation, this poem was a slam dunk. I especially liked the line: "or simply a name worn off the stone by time". Keep up the good work, and spread the word about eliteskills! This site is nothing like what it once was. But hopefully it will pick up again.