But tomorrow is a new day - it will be more beautiful than the last...

I want to die
I want an inglorious exit
A clean departure
A silent goodbye
Quiet
As my footsteps
The opposite of a crying birth
Gentle as a jump
Sans pain in death
For no pleasure in life
A simple exit strategy
Wisp and a float and a descent or ascent into the next period
What medicine is there for emptiness?
I do not see a point
Nothing is for thrill
Now
Between alive and what for?
But living?
Living does not happen in these walls
Every day, a torture
No one knows
That I tried to hang myself tonight
But tomorrow is a new day
And with the drifting flecks of hope I have left to muster, it will be more beautiful than the last •

We must save our own lives again and again. No one is in our heads with us. No one knows the immensity of our pain but us. Thus, we are the ones who have to do the work. We were not born to die but to live abundantly and die in old age. And we have to remember that we are worth the effort we afford ourselves, we truly are. Pain is temporary; it will pass with time. But the beauty of the world is long-lasting and is something worth staying around for.

I remembered this, and am glad I did. For I am still here today with no regrets. With no regrets. •

Poem from Acres of Shadow
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