A Little Moment Of Sinserity

Me: *opens tumblr

Me: *not crying anymore, just triggering myself

I feel older than I should

Yet I still feel like a child

Too serious

Yet too wild

I under trust

And overshare

I’m apathetic

I shut down because I care

I love with every ounce of my being 

I lose interest at the drop of a hat

I’m a unique kind of mess

Yet I’m a copycat

I’m loyal

But flakey

My morals are strong

My opinions are shaky

I feel too much 

Or not at all

I’m full of myself

Or I feel so small

Sometimes it isn’t the split second “bang” of the bullet to the brain, 

Sometimes it isn’t the slip and hang from a noose or a chain. 

It isn’t the crack of concrete when you jump from up high,

Or the slash of the knife on the vein in your thigh,

Its not just the needle that went two CC’s too far, 

Or jumping in front of a train or a car. 

Suicide comes in many forms unseen: 

Skipping your meals, avoiding your sleep,

Neglecting your meds that balance your thoughts,

Ignoring the signs, the symptoms, the spots,

Canceling dates and staying in bed, 

Ignoring friends, being lonely instead 

No more showers or walks, no hobbies, self-care, 

No meditation, no music, no reading, nor prayer. 

Suicide is slow, long before the bereft, 

It happens in weeks before the body is left.

Don’t mourn for the gunshot and wounds that have bled, 

For Suicide took them long before they were dead. 

B.Y. Holmes -

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