Almost five months ago,
I nearly took my life
because I thought
it was the end for me.
It had been
at least six months
of feeling hopeless
which led
to this decision
I almost committed to.
The pain
was so intense
that all I wanted
was for it to stop.
Death
did not scare me,
but waking up
was terrifying.
The dusk
loomed over me
indefinitely,
so I attempted
to go towards
the only light I saw.
Despite having
people who loved me,
I wanted to die.
There lied
a lethal dose
right in front of me
as blood
ran down my thighs.
The next thing I knew
I was surrounded
by four blank walls
without an escape.
Almost five months ago,
I wanted to kill myself,
but slowly
I learned
that I want to live.
That's where I am now,
living.
