The Suicidal Poem by Danielle Arsuaga
The Suicidal
As I sit here starring at my scars I think living life is like living hell. My scars are like questions that I could only answer. I don't cry tears any more, I cry blood.I'm tired of lies that life holds and things that don't make any sense. Once my life is over, my life is complete.
My memories are painful giving up is my only solution. I cant move on with the future when I'm still with the past. I can't believe any of this is real. Every thing I had is dissolving like the pills I take to make the pain go away.
I'm trying to escape my life, in away I didn't plan. I don't know how this happened. Life goes by so quickly to a point where I close my eyes and say good bye.
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7/22/2025 12:05:40 PM # 1.0.0
i understand this poem so well, its close to where i am. very well expressed. and im sorry you think giving up is your only solution. because it never is. because giving up is really losing, and losing never makes you complete, unless you win in aanother way, and realise a difference. But by giving up and claiming your life, your giving up ever becoming complete.