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Am I the only one that has their demons feasting upon their souls?
They say it is easy to tie a noose around your mind,
To overcome the urges and temptations of ending your life with a suicide
They don't know the true pain and torment that is going on in my head
An epic battle that leaves me with restless nights in bed
"End your life already" they say, as they prey on me during my weakest hours
Sometimes I give into the voices, carrying the sharp blade to my wrist
Crying as I struggle to mutter three powerful words that keeps me going
Choking on my sobs, my lungs deflate with a desire to say that God loves me
I try to convince myself that God is trying to test my faith
And to just wait, wait and wait
Then my Demons will eventually go AWAY.....



~Imperfect Desire **
 Jan 2018 Lynette Warren
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Silence comes
  from bones
that rot in the Earth
beneath a wet stone
with a carved name
   white as good teeth
in a hard jaw.

Silence is
  a homerun some kid
hit in Tennessee
in 1973 and a father
remembering the ball
  going like a bullet
deep into left center.

Silence is
  a brother grimacing
whispering your name,
through salt
  and tears on his cheeks,
one last time.

Silence, it just is...
  quiet, like pain.
I sit in my basement.
And I watch others live their lives.
I'm not enough.
And my friends are worried.
And my family is worried.
It's happened, I'm sick again.

And then I go somewhere safe.
I feel better one day.
And better the next.
There's bad days too.
But I see tomorrow.
 Jan 2018 Lynette Warren
Leo
Seems like he doesn’t know that…

Morning
light is breaking,
and she’s way past sleep.

Silent,
she sits wading
through the memories.

Haunted,
her heart is breaking,
and her hope deplete.

Seems like she doesn’t know that…

Shattered,
he lays helpless
in his fleeting dreams.

Despearte,
he’s held captive
by her memories.

Tightly
his heart holds remnants
of each broken piece.

Seems like no one cares that…

Some day
the sun will die,
the skies will cry,
and memories of love
will be swept away
by the pain.

And sometimes
no measure of forgiveness
can make one forget the darkness,
and no amount of sunlight
can make one feel
like they never felt
the sting
of the rain.
People don't commit suicide
Because they want to die.
They just don't want to live.

People who are depressed don't disappear
Because they want to be lost.
They just want to be found.
They need to feel seen and found and cared for. They need someone to hold that space that let's them feel their emotions genuinely as they work through themselves.
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