Although i should try, i cannot pry into something that is none of my business. but but wait, whos problem is this? is life so fucked up that you have to slit your own wrist?
everyone cried due to the event of your suicide, i should have tried. what were you thinking, did you want a free ride?
that cliff looks daunting, though your problems are still haunting. life or death which one are you wanting? one step could end it all, your problems could go down with you, down as you fall. Come your hesitating, hurry up and make the call!
before your eyes your whole life crashes, some of your highs, but mostly your crashes. then the thought of your children pops into your mind, maybe you should sit down for a while and try to unwind.
so what if your husband hurt you with his actions and lies, think of your children, look into their eyes. think of the suprise, the cries and dont forget about the why's. besides they would be nothing with just their piece of shit father, he never took care of them before, now why would he bother.
Reason is coming back, yes, what were you thinking? oh, but if i go home, i'll just start back with the drinking.
in this world of cruelty you've never been offered protection, doesnt jesus talk about a better second life, a resurrection? but in an instant you say "fuck it" and turn your back and walk in the right direction.
Now returning home to a husband who has been drinking, asks you were you've been and immediately starts swinging...in his room your oldest son is loudly singing.
probably to escape this violence and drama, you cant help but think about how he'll treat his baby's mama.
overwhelmed you run to the closest hotel, hopefully to escape this life known as hell.can you make it through the night? its hard to tell.
swigging a bottle of jack to keep your depression under suppression, why is this feeling your minds only obsession? aggression, all you've known from back to your father to now your spouse. beaten raped, hurt no matter what house.
Is there a point where the pain swells to a fatal explosion? soon seem to be the notion.
as you continually hit the bottle, your tears start to stream. this is the end it is begining to seem. the blade gleams, as though just to catch your eye. i wonder what it is going to be like to die?
My whole life i have tried to do right, but always seems to fail. if i do this now i will most certainly go to hell.
you press the blade to your wrist, but only to leave an impression. your regretting this already, but your lust for life continues to lessen.
suddenly you make a slit, blood starts to ooze. reaching out you make a grasp for the booze. your clumsy fingers only knock it to the floor, you fall out of your chair, wondering what is in store.
finally an end to this struggle known as life, but was it worth it to abandon your title of mother and wife? its too late now, you have given into the knife.
laying in red you start to lose conciousness. your last thoughts are"finally, for years i've been wanting this" the ultimate release, stillness, peace.