January
I'm not sure what made me do it
Finally
After years of morbid daydreaming
Never really contemplating
the finality
Only the illusion
that I would be free
Angela Minard 2009©
Sunday, September 20, 2009
January
January
I'm not sure what made me do it
Finally
After years of morbid daydreaming
Never really contemplating
the finality
Only the illusion
that I would be free
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I experience a lot of suicide ideation and my life has been touched as well by knowing people who have committed suicide. This sums up the sorrow and emptiness so well.
This is a powerful piece of prose. That empty void is center stage. A hauntingly beautiful piece.
This really touched me... and the title was perfect - lonely and empty.
Angela, January is my birthday!! I hope this isn't some kind of weird prophecy you're experiencing!!
Yet again another powerful piece and one that bothers me a little as a friend!!
I hope this helps you get it out of your system by writing through the urge!!
Please know many do care and love even if from afar, me being one!!
I am always here, only an email away!!
Jackie
Thanks Jackie~ I attempted suicide last January, so that is why the title. No urges whatsoever to try that again! Thank you for your concern:)
Powerful piece. Deep.
I like it,great piece
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