July 11, 2009
By Anonymous

I used to think of suicide
Yet never being able to decide
To take my life away
Yet I never felt I wanted to stay

I used to take a blade across my arm
Cold and cruel, causing harm
I saw the blood, tears flowing down my face
My dreams slipping away, falling from grace.

I saw my parent, worried and sore
Knocking, knocking, at my door.
The door of not my room, but my life
But I did not want them to see my strife.

It felt as if every mistake was just another break
Every falter, just tightened the halter.
It felt as if a knife was at my throat
I struggled everyday just to stay afloat.

Into despair and depression I was sent
The pain a reminder in my life everywhere I went
I felt as if I was lost in every way
I struggled just to make it through another day.

It was finally from a friend so dear
On whose shoulder I cried many a tear
That helped to bring up from my pit of despair
And help get me back into the air.

I found that hope was attainable
Happiness was sustainable.
These things I finally came to realize
And from the ashes of despair I now arise.

I leave behind the pain
Seeing only gain
A life of despair
Is no longer something for which I care.

To those who suffer so much
Come to realize we all suffer such
You are not walking alone in this dark place
So please come forward and show your face.

Just remember, hope is attainable
Happiness is sustainable
You will see improvement
Because Love is the Movement.

The author's comments:
i couldn't find a name for this, so I just left it as nameless. Love is the Movement is the slogan for the outreach organization To Write Love on Her Arms, and organization that gives support and outreach for those who suffer from suicide, depression, addiction and cutting. It is a worth while organization, check them out at

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on Aug. 8 2011 at 6:16 pm
secrets_of_silence GOLD, Gisborne, Other
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Favorite Quote:
life had i loved the more
had it but passed away
as quietly as the day
ebbs from the darkening star.

-emanuel litvinoff

yeah this is beautiful

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