#suicidality - Hello Poetry

I wonder if Death knew the last time he touched me That I would be ripped from his hands yet again. Too often has he held me in his arms. The Reaper and I are old friends. I often wonder if he's lonely. Does he miss the gentle souls he doesn't get to take? I sometimes miss our dances, The Foxtrot of Farewell, But I'd like to think he's proud of me That I no longer need to hold his hand.

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Feb 27, 2020

Feb 27, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC

PoetFromAnotherPlanet

Reaper

I wonder if Death knew the last time he touched me That I would be ripped from his hands yet again. Too often has he held me in his arms. The Reaper and I are old friends. I often wonder if he's lonely. Does he miss the gentle souls he doesn't get to take? I sometimes miss our dances, The Foxtrot of Farewell, But I'd like to think he's proud of me That I no longer need to hold his hand.

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‘how are you?’ they ask ‘fine, thanks’ I smile. Because my face does that. That’s what it is meant to do. And my outside and inside are not connected any more. ‘do you want to talk about it?’ they ask ‘It’s a lot’ And I watch them wait. See them watch me smile. Watch them try to connect my outside to my insides. But they can’t do that. Because I can’t do that. Sometimes I say the words out loud. Pluck them out of the blank space inside my head and hurl them out into this normal world. They are an act of violence. Dressed in my normal speaking voice. ‘my daughter tried to **** herself’ In the hospital, they called her ‘the overdose in bed 16’ As if the method of it mattered. As if that was the part that needed healing. And they ask her why. And she tells them. ‘He left me. Without him I have no reason to stay’ And I reach across this endless space and hold her hand. And I hang on. And I try not to feel my insides.

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Dec 1, 2019

Dec 1, 2019 at 8:14 PM UTC

mizanthrop

bed 16

‘how are you?’ they ask ‘fine, thanks’ I smile. Because my face does that. That’s what it is meant to do. And my outside and inside are not connected any more. ‘do you want to talk about it?’ they ask ‘It’s a lot’ And I watch them wait. See them watch me smile. Watch them try to connect my outside to my insides. But they can’t do that. Because I can’t do that. Sometimes I say the words out loud. Pluck them out of the blank space inside my head and hurl them out into this normal world. They are an act of violence. Dressed in my normal speaking voice. ‘my daughter tried to **** herself’ In the hospital, they called her ‘the overdose in bed 16’ As if the method of it mattered. As if that was the part that needed healing. And they ask her why. And she tells them. ‘He left me. Without him I have no reason to stay’ And I reach across this endless space and hold her hand. And I hang on. And I try not to feel my insides.

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Do you ever just feel like you’re dying, Like a million suns from unknown galaxies Are crashing into you, Stealing the space and air from your lungs, Colliding with your heart, Until what’s left of your soul detaches from your body? Do you ever just feel like even starlight Cannot keep the hope awake in your chest And you yearn for the precipice that is the night sky To swallow your whole? Do you ever just think to yourself That only monsters live inside you And you are doomed to forever repeat Your mistakes on time lapse With despair in your bones? Do you ever feel like there is no soul alive Who is want for what you have to offer, That the madness within is your only gift But no one dares to receive? I do.

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Sep 9, 2019

Sep 9, 2019 at 7:07 PM UTC

PoetFromAnotherPlanet

Madness Within

Do you ever just feel like you’re dying, Like a million suns from unknown galaxies Are crashing into you, Stealing the space and air from your lungs, Colliding with your heart, Until what’s left of your soul detaches from your body? Do you ever just feel like even starlight Cannot keep the hope awake in your chest And you yearn for the precipice that is the night sky To swallow your whole? Do you ever just think to yourself That only monsters live inside you And you are doomed to forever repeat Your mistakes on time lapse With despair in your bones? Do you ever feel like there is no soul alive Who is want for what you have to offer, That the madness within is your only gift But no one dares to receive? I do.

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