Tag: suicide
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Hanging over the Edge

My toes hang over the edge. Gripping. I’m not ready to fall, though I can feel it’s happening. Unsteady, wobbling, leaning forwards into the depths. xxx I know you are ready to catch me. But I don’t know if you can handle the weight of my fall. The heaviness of the burden as I land.…
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Pondering

Smoke curls around my head. Pink Gin sits on the glass table in front of me. I take a sip, coolness gliding down my throat. I inhale, smoke hits my lungs. xxx I ponder on today’s conversation. xxx My mum, discussing a neighbour who took their life only yesterday. She sits and looks at me.…
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Do It Differently

I’m angry at you. I don’t even know you, but I’m so angry. xxx While I understand that the depths of life have swallowed you up, you had no other option. It got too much and that, was your only way out, you didn’t have to do it like that. xxx Images will never leave…