Suicide
by C.L. Miller
The word itself,
causes me great anguish.
You see,
I've been where you are.
Grasping for a way,
to end the misery.
To take away
the pain and suffering.
Selfishly thinking
of only myself
Not thinking about
anyone else.
Not caring
the devastation
I'd be leaving behind.
Thankfully
that didn't happen.
I lived.
I almost robbed myself
of a better life.
Nothing ever
would have gotten better
ending it that way.
In the wrong state of mind
I hadn't realized
No one is ever
truly alone.
We only feel that way.
And as we all know,
feelings change.
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