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I’m not suicidal, I’m really not, but the thoughts never stop, and the words I write have begun to strangle my throat, and I have begun to choke. Im not suicidal, but if you had a knife to my throat, I would lean into it as if it were the most fantastical thing I had ever invoked I’m not suicidal, but I am the problem, and I’m afraid I’ve hit rock bottom and I know that it will get better, but It has been five years, and I am afraid that I am run dry of tears, so, I’ve decided it’s time to give into my fears, to be near to death, a friend that has become oh so, dear so goodnight my loved ones, sleep well my dearest chums, as I taste the blood from my gums, and feel the pressure pressing on my lungs, and I am no liar, so I will be frank, if you wake up from a nightmare, next to the water your drank, come down to the ocean’s bank, and remember that just as the stars fall without any care for the planets, I wish that you are not appalled, I wish that you simply understand it.
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
I'm not suicidal
I’m not suicidal, I’m really not, but the thoughts never stop, and the words I write have begun to strangle my throat, and I have begun to choke. Im not suicidal, but if you had a knife to my throat, I would lean into it as if it were the most fantastical thing I had ever invoked I’m not suicidal, but I am the problem, and I’m afraid I’ve hit rock bottom and I know that it will get better, but It has been five years, and I am afraid that I am run dry of tears, so, I’ve decided it’s time to give into my fears, to be near to death, a friend that has become oh so, dear so goodnight my loved ones, sleep well my dearest chums, as I taste the blood from my gums, and feel the pressure pressing on my lungs, and I am no liar, so I will be frank, if you wake up from a nightmare, next to the water your drank, come down to the ocean’s bank, and remember that just as the stars fall without any care for the planets, I wish that you are not appalled, I wish that you simply understand it.
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Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
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