STOP Suicide Poem

To Overcome Whatever Is Thrown In Your Path

I wrote this at the lowest point in my life. I had been raped, tortured, and left for dead. I woke up I was wanting to make these memories, the racing thoughts stop. I started to only get a peaceful feeling at the thought of an eternal sleep. I was an addict, 3 months after this I found out I was dying. This ended up being a blessing in disguise because I got sober and now I'm stronger for all I've overcome, and now I know I can fight and rise above whatever life throws my way. Hope this helps.
For you Keely Grace. My Angel from above

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The Demons Within

Angel W. Gill ©

Published by Family Friend Poems November 13, 2024 with permission of the Author.

I bow my head in defeat with overwhelming shame.
Knowing that my now mingled life only I'm to blame.
As I struggle to fight my Demon's within
I only find peace at the mere thought of giving in
I ponder and cringe as these racings thoughts build
Though one recurring thought simply won't yield
One of complete silence, still, and cold
Never more to suffer, fight, or grow old
A warm sensation covers me like a blanket from head to toe
Merely sliding the cold blade against my skin, to know
Soon the warm red substance would gush from my gaping wound.
Exsanguinating with every drop till alas I have nothing left.
Merely blinding darkness, followed by a flash.
As my last breath escapes my lips, an overwhelming feeling of peace,
I'm serene. Here's my everlasting sleep, no more to rise.
For after a long farewell and adui I reach a peaceful demise
My Demon's are gone no more to fight
I can finally rest and have a long awaited good night.
I hear a voice before I slip away,
a tiny cry, begging... mommy please stay.
I open my eyes and there's my beautiful daughter,
her eyes open as I wipe a tear from her cheeks.
I tell her she saved me, so this promise I make.
I tell her I'll fight and give it my all,
if she'll stay by my side and always stand tall.
This teardrop from this daughter of mine,
will be the last shed due to the harbored remorse,
they will no longer commandeer my thoughts.
So I say...
For a single teardrop can hold a world of hate.
So we both let a single tear fall and let if rest where it dries.
Knowing now I'll overcome anything with her by my side.

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