In the past, the past of which I suffer but laugh.
I am alone, though, there are friends.
I may not be like I used to, I may not be like, the me that was there with them.
I am different. Death- in a way. Like suicide?
I attempted few times. Nearly succeding, and, nearly death.
But something always stops me in the act.
There those thoughts, thoughts like mine and yours that can be shared.
Those thoughts others would call 'dark', thoughts that would be bestly discribe like 'dispair'.
All can be overwhelming, challenging that you didn't take up.
The moment as past. You don't put in thought. You are still here.
If, like me, alone. Don't be sad. But. Happy could be bitter.
I apologize for having a bad poem. I do try and help. Because that is what we agree on.
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I was trying to say I was suicidal back in the day. Made those attempts, only because of my naivety in sadness. Sorrow?
I tried to form, a little moving note. To be hopefully encouraging.
I am here today, stand as I am still stagnant. Like you, and everyone else who thinks else.
Then again--- I had some rights to be drown in sadness. Even now. But hey I want to help, like anyone else. As long I can help, even a little. It would make me think a lil better. Although, entirely is different. :)