I've Suffered Enough

by schmetterling   Aug 15, 2019


Last night
I wanted to kill myself.
Today
I want to kill myself.
I have all
of the tools
to do so,
but for some reason
I just can't
do it.
I'm afraid
that I'll be in pain,
or that I'll wake up
and know
that I failed
like with everything
else in life.
There's no point
to my life;
I don't bring joy
to people's days
nor do I add value.
I am the lowest
I have been
in such a long time.
I want to carve
your name
into my leg
just so I know
who did this to me.
I don't blame you
for how I feel,
but I wouldn't feel this way
if it hadn't been
for you.
I'm sorry
that it's unhealthy,
but it is true.
I wish
there was a painless way
to do it
with the least
amount of suffering
because I've already
endured enough.
I want those marks
on my legs and arms
to nurture the wounds
for which I can't
on the inside.
Last night
I almost did it.
Unfortunately
I lived to see another
wretched day.

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  • 5 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    It's incredibly hard to admit what you've shared, and it breaks my heart knowing that humans have to endure so much suffering. I remember being told by people I grew up with, that you learn through suffering, that suffering is just an act of faith, and it made me bitter to realize we shouldn't have to deal with endless amounts of loss, grief, depression etc. It's not a test of faith always. In my darkest times, I wanted someone to understand my suffering, not just brush it off. I've survived many suicide attempts and I can say the hardest part was forgiving myself, because that fear and reality of "oh I've failed again" is something people don't really talk about, but then I realized perhaps that happened because I was meant to see other sides of life. I hope you get that chance and opportunity to see more than the pain.

    I also hope something can nurture the wounds on the inside, I hope that life gives you a reprieve because when every day can be such a significant struggle, it takes every ounce of energy to keep going. I am so sorry you are at your lowest. Please keep writing if it helps. I can't possibly imagine your loss, or that which is hinted at in this poem, but I give my support and love. When it may seem impossible to keep yourself alive, keep at it and someday I pray it will be better and less heavy on your heart.