Dark Poem

Attempted Suicide

About the fight against suicide, death or depression. I wrote this before an attempted suicide.

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Darkness' Grasp

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Published: June 2008

I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness
and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under
I yell for help but no one is there to hear it
I begin to see the water at eye level
and I kick and flail
fighting to stay above the darkness
But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me
and I slowly begin to give in
to the feeling that lies below the water line
the waters starts to fill my lungs
the lungs that once held so much life
yet now they allow the murky water to replace that
I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness
But why doesn't someone grab my hand
pull me from darkness's grasp?
because no one knows I stand at the boundary
the boundary between light and dark
so I give in to the thing that holds me
All of the strength and all of the courage
that I once held in my heart
can't save me from the water
So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness
undetected by the occupants of that world
I don't want to fight anymore
I've given into darkness

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  • by Amreen Hussain, India
  • 2 years ago

It's beautiful how the struggle before an attempted suicide is described here. The pointless actions, the rushing thoughts, the tears that flow no more, hardened feelings only get worse as one realizes he has nothing to cling on to, no one to pour his depressing thoughts to. The darkness is often the only option left. The darkness, a miraculous escape from reality, the death itself.

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