Should I live or should I die,1
That 'tis the question.2
I think about this,3
Day and night,4
What shall I do?5
Slits get bigger while I think.6
While I cry my heart out.7
So confused in this world,8
Who knows when it stops?9
Life is like a roller coster.10
It has it's ups and downs,11
And it also makes people afraid.12
To me, theres nothing much worth living for.13
Two people, thats all it.14
With all thats happened, all the bad,15
I no longer see any reason to see another 'light of day'.16
My days are filled with darkness, none of this light.17
Should I live?18
Should I live in the darkness of night,19
Where nothing can be seen except saddness and sorrow?20
Who should live that way?21
Where they are lost, and their belief has abandond them, 22
Along with people,23
Living alone in the world.24
No one to help, and no one to guide.25
Just sitting in the darkness and listening to each breath.26
should I live, or should I die?
this is true. every pain i feel and ever heartbreak.
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thats the question i ask myself 2
grate job -
Breaks my heart.
Everytime I read this type of poem it tears my heart out. It is that much worse when it is a young person whom I see hurting. I'm a very soft hearted old soul and I'm vvery empathic as well. I'm hoping these feelings have been left in the past. I didn't sense them when we recently spoke. I can tell you are a very intelligant and therefore you have so much to live for. I want to let you know that I'm willing to talk anytime you need or simply want to.
Your new friend,
Brian
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I've thought this many times....i've been there a lot...I there is someone there to talk too...and help...I know if you want you can talk to me..I may be a random person but I can listen...I will listen if someone needs me too
this is a great write!Keep it up!
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I know where you're coming from. Cause I'm there myself, but if you ever need to talk or something, I'm here OK? Even though you're on my friends list, we never talk, but if you ever need to, don't hesitate to message me.
As for the poem, it was beautiful and heartbreakingly sad, with raw emotion and amazing talent. I love the last line, because I ask myself that question too.
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Don't worry, be happy!
Don't get depressed easily. Go on outings, partcipate in activities or talk to friends. Never sit away with nothing to do. -
that was really good exelant
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Please don't feel offended now, but you should URGENTLY seek help, Tai.
I thought and felt very similar as you in my teens as you express it in this work... today I know that this was caused by Bipolar Disorder what started when I was seven years old. I was diagnosed recently.
You sound so helpless, Tai, so down. I worry about you. Please don't do any s*** - whatever it is it can't be so bad to end your life because of it. Even after suffering the worst I could imagine - sexual assault and physical violence (at school) - I'm still there.
I know how seductive the thought of just erasing yourself from the world can be, but also think of these two people, it doesn't matter if they are your parents or someone else. Always think that they care about you and that'll hurt them to loose you. When I told my Mom about my... ambitions she went into a crying fit and said that I'd never should do this because it'd drive her nuts that I was desperate enough to do that instead of entrusting myself to her. I don't want to lecture you, just tell you one reason that's worth hanging on.
You know best yourself what is the reason for your feelings, for this void inside of you, Tai.
It was the hardest thing to come out of my own void. It's a long and painful way out of it. I understood that all these bad feelings were in connection with my assaulter and these events. Talking about it was the worst I ever did; it was as worst as the assault itself. But through confronting the root of my self-destructive emotions I learned what I thought was impossible: I accepted what happened and I let them go. It was easier after just accepting it. The mental sickness stayed but decreased.
Before I did that these bad emotions consumed me, sucked all energy out of me, made me wish for death, because I couldn't bear it anymore. I didn't understand why my feelings should be the reason for my self destruction. But through fueling my anger and hatred against my assaulter and my stubbornness to not forgive I destroyed myself because I also led them against myself, because my assaulter and I are tied together through his assault on me and that was the reason for these bad feelings against him and so against myself.
I no longer feel this wish to die and aren't so low anymore as you, dear Tai. I've chosen to turn the table and use my experience to the better - turn it into something good through helping others who suffer(ed) the same as I.
I hope you can make something out of my story and don't think that I only wanted to patronize you.
I hope you find someone to whom you can entrust yourself on whatever pulls you so down; no thirteen-year-old should feel the wish to be better off dead. That just isn't normal and always has serious reasons.
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i think this is very good
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wow this is a
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