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Suicide Note

All things have fallen to the wayside
And I cannot bring myself to go beyond the front door

The coffee table is messy with unopened mail 
And haphazard cigarette ash

Dusty knickknacks are silent and undemanding 
Each with its own place on the shelf

The past is nonsense, the present is nonsense
This life makes no sense

Breathe in breathe out don't breathe
Death is the only sensation ... cessation...

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Silent One

Date: 1/4/2024 1:04:00 PM

I am so happy you do not feel this way anymore.. Congratulations on your placement in the contest..

Chetta Achara
Date: 1/4/2024 7:31:00 PM

Yes. It was an old feeling. Thank you.

Chetta Achara
Date: 1/4/2024 6:35:00 PM

Yes. It was an old feeling. Thank you.

Gershon Wolf

Date: 10/8/2021 12:50:00 PM

I have felt this way myself more than once, and I'm not even a 'starving poet!' (lol)... Then again: Why brush my teeth? -- They're only going to get dirty again... Ah, how our minds can trap so. So powerful, our brains... :) gw

DM Babbit

Date: 10/8/2021 8:15:00 AM

Sadness haunts our minds and our souls but then... light.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 10/7/2021 2:27:00 PM

I certainly hope this is not a picture of what you are experiencing right now, Chetta. Life is precious. Covet it; hold on to it.

Chetta Achara
Date: 10/7/2021 2:39:00 PM

Thank you for your concern. This was me in 2008, but thankfully I survived that time of depression.