Please see authors note at the bottom after you read this. I'm posting this here because it reminds me of BC.
Let me know what you think as well.
I own nothing but this poem.
Would you care if I died?
Would you care if I tried?
If I paint my pain with blood,
The sharp ends creating a crimson flood?
Would you care if I dug deeper?
Or would the release make me weaker?
If I dulled the ache with pills to pop,
Maybe then the hurt would stop.
Would you care if I popped one, three, five, ten?
Only if I died, yes only then.
If I wrapped a cloth around my neck,
My emotions resembling a messy train wreck?
Would you care if I stepped off the chair?
Limbs flailing with desperate flair.
If I took that handgun from the shed,
Pressed it gently to the side of my head.
Would you care if I actually shot?
Covering the furniture with bloody spots?
If I filled the tub, filled it to the top,
Not too much or else I'll need a mop.
Would you care of I climbed in?
Staying under, letting my feelings win.
If I stood on top of the tallest tower,
Amazed at how my pain is the highest power.
Would you care if I fell?
Make a excellent story for the news to tell?
If I waited patiently at the tracks,
Stopping to get some final snacks.
Would you care if I stood here?
Waiting for the train to come near?
Would you care if died?
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Do you mind if I tried?
So,
I'm writing this because on for my close friends committed suicide yesterday. Although I'm trying to stay strong, it hurts. She never showed any signs of wanting to harm herself or even be depressed, but sometimes it's the people that smile the brightest who hurt the most.
Talk to someone. It may seem like you're alone in this world, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. My PM box is always open.
-ConformityisNonsense
