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 Sep 2017 Hannah
josh wilbanks
Being suicidal doesn't mean i'm going to **** myself

Being suicidal is having this unexplicable ache while you're living

It's waiting for your life to end, and wishing you didn't have to carry on

Having this ache, an incapability to feel happy living, doesn't mean that I am going to **** myself -

It just means I wouldn't mind dying.
 Sep 2017 Hannah
Hannah
AM/PM
 Sep 2017 Hannah
Hannah
my favorite time of the day is 4am,
or maybe it's my favorite time of the night.

whether I'm just waking up,
or just going to sleep,

the calm darkness and quiet reminds me
that right now it's only me and the moon.

I like to think that she listens.
I talk to her like company.

this is the most cozy time of night,
or maybe the easiest part of the day.

she is the only thing
that always comes back to me.
 Sep 2017 Hannah
Hannah
Entry ~
I know you're scared. You should be scared. You're taking a huge leap of faith leaving the only "home" you've ever known. But that home you built isn't four walls, and a solid tin roof. It's your soul. It's that thumping in your chest that keeps you awake at 2am. It's the memories you've stored, locked away tight behind steel bars, because god only knows if those bars weren't there those memories would hit you like the eye of a storm. Calm at first, sweet, but then painful, like shards of glass beneath your feet. And I know how much it hurts to leave. To walk away from so many unresolved things. To remove yourself from the lives of people you rely on, that rely on you. But part of living is knowing when to leave. It's knowing when your environment no longer suits the shell you're in. It's easy to tell when that chapter of your life begins. It starts with a slow depression easing its way in, and an unexplained restlessness. I know how much you fight it. The warning signs telling you it's time to go again. You are so afraid of being free, but your curiosity has its own needs. It was never a choice being free. It's always been a part of your destiny. I know you've felt that unexplainable presence easing your anxiety. And it's okay to breathe. It's okay to just be. To not know where you're going to be next spring. It's all a part of the plan. You need to have faith that those guiding you won't lead you astray. You are being protected, and I know you aren't religious, but when you feel like you've lost your way, fall to your knees, and pray. Look for the butterfly, and have faith that one small act of courageousness will set your life in motion. But you have to be willing to take action first. So flap your wings, and don't be afraid of the tornado that follows. You created your fear, and only you can survive in the wake of it.
I wrote this letter to myself. I'm preparing to travel again. In a little less than a month, I'll be on the road to Oregon. I don't have much of a plan this time, all I know is it's time to go.
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 Jun 2017 Hannah
Kaitlynn Murray
My tear ducts began to burn,
The sensation turns into a steady fall of tears
As a gloss comes across my eyes, I began to wonder what I have done wrong,
Who I hurt and how me being alive is so god awfully wrong.
As tears roll down my cheeks my veins began to  protrude out of my skin.
They call to me, they want to be free
I quickly grab a cold metal blade and began to draw a straight line.
I start with the creases at my wrist and work my way down, the pain burns,
Nothing will ever quite burn as bad as it did that night.
I put my arms into the deep water that lay before me as it began to turn a blood stained red.
I panic, but soon begin to calm.
The water is completely red now, my toe nail polish which was once a bright white, so pure, had been stained a dark, screaming red.
I'm calm, my eyes glazed like a dark night sky.
My skin begins to turn a pale white, I exhale my final breath, and the dark water lie still.
Suicide
 Jun 2017 Hannah
Kaitlynn Murray
Im swimming
The water's deep but I can touch.
I happily swim among beautiful arrays of colorful individuals in the gorgeous ocean blue.
As the days, months, and years multiply the water gets deeper, and darker
This murky color begins to take over and soon the blue is no longer apparent
I try to swim but I began to sink.
It's too deep,
There are bricks tied to my feet and I begin to drown, trying, gasping for air.
I soon become consumed and the water turns black. I no longer can see. I no longer struggle.
Depression

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