I want to die, but I want to live.
Confessions of a Suicidal person.
I want to die, but I want to live. A loving sense of understanding is what I want someone else to give.
When I think about life, I think about my worries and fears. The ignorance of my peers always brings me to tears.
Sometimes I feel like life would be better if I ended it with a bottle of pills and left behind a letter.
The letter would describe what is missing in me and how when I cried for help they wouldn’t listen to me.
Everyday human words and hands like to beat me up. Life circumstances always like to eat me up.
The devil on my left shoulder says to end my life because nobody ever wants to be in my life.
The music in my head is a melancholy tone. One that aches from pain and makes me feel alone.
I always contemplate causing my own death because I always feel I have nothing of my own left.
I lose my mind in bad thoughts that feed the bad side of my mental health. I think I’m losing my sense of self.
I don’t want to frown and I don’t want to cry. Maybe the truth is I don’t want to die.
I know there’s something worth living for, but that’s hard to realize when I’m always fighting a mental war.
What’s worse is no one can hear it. I know they’d understand better if they could look in my heart, soul and spirit.
I want to see beautiful days and beautiful nights, but my mind is always blinded by the ruthless in sight.
My problems hold me over a cliff and though I feel like I want to let them drop me, I really want my loved ones to find me and stop me.
I want to be brave enough to utter words I normally don’t say, just to hear someone tell me that everything will be ok.
There’s a lot of good I know the world wants to give and though I feel like I want to die, I want to live.
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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Again, great work - your message and format is stunning. :)
Thank you for sharing these words. Remember, you are so loved and you are absolutely, undeniably worthy of every bit of that love. hearted, and please know that your words make a difference. 💜
Awesome!!! Left a heart!!!
You are a very talented writer Joe Patterson. You nailed it with this poem. Great job!!!
I don’t want to frown and I don’t want to cry. Maybe the truth is I don’t want to die. I feel like this too. I understand and I hearted and subscribed
Death is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Remember this and know you are worthy, hearted