A suicidal thought consumed the mind, even though inspiration from the divine flourished. I was still malnourished.
Saddened by events that had past, but still upon my memory they stood clear as water, reflecting into my present.
I was not suicidal yet so close i was to jump.
Its not about attention, if it’s attention i crave then i wouldn’t be sat in a room all alone with a blade to the Skin.
Trying to pierce each sin.
To let it drop from my veins and splash against the warmth on my skin, to embrace the coolness of the metal that cleanses my body and cleanses my sin.
Its not about Bravery, because honestly it takes a lot out of me to tell you that i’d rather not be.
Be alive and strive for a world that i can’t class as mine.
Feeling close to the divine, but it feels like he’s left this world of mine.
Suicide is not an option, because I know its just for a limited time, this test of mine.
By Ali Ilyas