Suicidal thoughts

by Yakari Gabriel   Sep 18, 2014


Some days it is not hard to understand why some people,
drink too often. Why they can't wait to get home to smoke, inject, inhale
anything to make them forget. Some days, you think of everyone who
punched knife to veins, tied belt to throat, threw body of a cliff and can't find a thought that makes you think they were wrong to do that. Some days the darkness in your chest is so big, it travels up and clouds your mind.
Can't think clearly, can't see anything. Try anything to stop you from thinking, if only for a minute. Numb the pain of always wanting the wrong things, taking the wrong decisions, not having it together, the pain of lingering for so long in a place you have outgrown years ago. Some days
you think of suicide and drugs and for a minute, you can't see the harm in
any of it.

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments

More Poems By Yakari Gabriel