I'm Ready to Die

I’m Ready to Die

A poem about the most rock bottom of days. I think most of us have been there, some of us more than others. Life isn't about hiding from our weaknesses but instead is about facing them, and learning to live with them. 

It's an ongoing battle. 

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I’m ready to die,

It’s a grim truth, but there it is.

Why would I lie?

I’m tired; I grow bored of this.

 

Same s**t, different day,

Misery has no reason, but why?

I’m sick of seeing gray,

F**k off, stop trying to be the tough guy.

 

My heart’s not in anything,

I get by, but I never seem to thrive.

I’m sick of feeling like I’m pissing

On a fire that spreads as if alive.

 

“Get a grip of yourself”,

Shut the f**k up, how dare you

Say that, Speaking like we’re parallel?

Who do you think you are? Who?

 

What makes you think

That I’ve asked for this s**t?

I feel like I’m on the brink,

Keep pushing, I might just quit.

I dare you: keep pushing, mate,

Give me another reason to hate.

 

 

 

Reviews

[GwenLark]

This is wonderful. I feel when you are low or depressed, it is a very small jump to hate, because that makes us feel a little less vulnerable. I've been there and this is great.

[AlinaTheCacti]

I'm almost positive that everyone's been in that situation some point in their lives. You describe the feeling perfectly with each word you engrave into the poem

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[Chyenne Wagner]

Very chilling how I could relate. I love your pieces! Keep up the good work.

[barleygirl]

Having spent half my life suicidally depressed, I understand this message loud & clear. I like the way this sounds like the s**t that goes round & round in the head of an OCD person, the looping that won't stop, that leads so many to drown it out with some excessive substance abuse. It's not intuitive, but sometimes wanting to die can also give us the courage to push on in ways we couldn't before. Love your stark honesty, with a little profanity, but not overly ranted out (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Dan Cowan]

good write my man, I've been there

[R.E. Ray]

Con, this is a raw, powerful piece that illustrates the disconnect between those in the "darkness" and those in the "light" (excuse the simple metaphors here, please).

After losing a good friend to suicide, I came to understand that we were not living in the same world. I could never comprehend the darkness because I didn't live in it. Your poem speaks well to that, and the frustration both sides have when faced with this issue. And, your last line is exceptionally hard-hitting. I had never thought about it, but I can now see how those who want to help can make the situation worse. Thanks for sharing this one. So much here to consider.