Description: This is supposed to be a conversation of sorts. I was suicidal at the time. Think it was medicine caused, because my life was going great, and I just went on a new prescription and started getting depressed. I'm alright now. 2nd and 4th lines in 4th stanza, and 5th stanza is supposed to be my best friend, the only one there for me at the time. (Or so I felt). I might not reply to comments right away, but I would still appreciate them.
I like thi poem because i cut and i also tryed suicide and failed so im still here and i still feel so lonely and i stiil feel like no one cares and i still cry and i still cut and i still smoke weed and i still drink and still have trouble in life nothing has change so i relate to this poem thats why i like it and changes you need to make spell check
Im glad that you made it through ok...that deeep dark place can be terribly lonely and things appear to be one way only...its so ahrd to get past that place once you get there...im glad that you got help or did whatever it took to get through it and i hope that you realise that people would miss you and do care...if you ever end up in that place again please keep in mind that although it seems quite logical and that there is no other way at all apart from what you see at that given time ...that it is the depression talking..that even you see it through another hour or another day that it can begin to lift as does the blindfold to all that is good...i hope this makes sense..the line that stands out above the rest or i hope does to you...is "She was what she was"...you are what you are...and although it may be different in some ways to other people that is a good thing not a bad thing...in time you will find more and more people to accept you and even if it is only a few...they are the ones worth listening to and keeping close to your heart...hang in there and keep writing...stormy