Solitude

TW: Refers to suicidal feelings and tendencies

The thick red liquid rolls off

My thoughts going for a toss

Had I been a fool to believe I could do this?

Or is it just the voices convincing me to end it?

I hopelessly call for help

But all I hear is my constant yelp

The feeling of solitude overpowers my small frame

The sorrow, the misery, it’s me I blame

My hands move in distress

To find a supporting hand in this mess

Who have I become?

How hard it must be to overcome?

My consciousness and reality both dilute in the thought of death

How long has it been since I took a peaceful breath?

I stare at my distorted reflection

With a desperate crave for conclusion

With a growing feeling of self-doubt

I unknowingly start to count

One, two

People are there for you

Three and four

Some day, you won’t have to beg for love anymore

Five and six

You won’t have to inflict even a nick

Seven and eight

The misery, the solitude is not your fate

Nine and ten

And then, I flung the door open

To the life for I had been chosen

And just like that, I had done it again

Brought myself back from the stance of the negative constrain