Just a terrible poem I came up with at 3am |
There is 1 week or 7 days or 168 hours or 10,080 minutes or 604,800 seconds Until everything ends. The thumping of my heart, The pumping of my lungs, Everything. I don’t deserve what I have, Any of it, So I must die. Repent my sins. I know what I must do. Must I go? I know. I know the answer, A resounding yes. I’m doing my best to help them cope. It might not work, I don’t know, But I’m trying anyway. I wish I had been stronger, Was able to push on. But I can’t, I don’t know why, I guess my depression was stronger than I ever were. IMPORTANT: While it’s too late for me if you or someone you know are considering suicide please contact one of the hotlines below. I’m sorry if they don’t work, I’ve just copied them off the internet. ——— Argentina: +5402234930430 Australia: 131114 Austria: 017133374 Belgium: 106 Bosnia & Herzegovina: 080 05 03 05 Botswana: 3911270 Brazil: 188 for the CVV National Association Canada: 5147234000 (Montreal); 18662773553 (outside Montreal) Croatia: 014833888 Denmark: +4570201201 Egypt: 7621602 Estonia: 3726558088; in Russian 3726555688 Finland: 010 195 202 France: 0145394000 Germany: 08001810771 Holland: 09000767 Hong Kong: +852 2382 0000 Hungary: 116123 India: 8888817666 Ireland: +4408457909090 Italy: 800860022 Japan: +810352869090 Mexico: 5255102550 New Zealand: 0800543354 Norway: +4781533300 Philippines: 028969191 Poland: 5270000 Portugal: 21 854 07 40/8 . 96 898 21 50 Russia: 0078202577577 Spain: 914590050 South Africa: 0514445691 Sweden: 46317112400 Switzerland: 143 United Kingdom: 08457909090 USA: 18002738255 Veterans' Crisis Line: 1 800 273 8255/ text 838255 |