Maybe This Time…

Maybe this time will be different.
Maybe I’ll stop before it gets too much.
I’ll not let it get really bad.
I promise.
It’ll be different this time.
I’ll keep going, I’m stronger now.
I’m ready to fight it.
It won’t get that low.
It won’t become that unsafe.
Hospital wont be needed.
No one will have to worry.

Meanwhile…

The woman is found crying herself to sleep.
More than she would like to admit, she silently screams for someone to hear her cries.
She wants help, but she just doesnt have the words.
Her shadow falls over her thin trembling body of bones as it covers her mouth from opening and saying anything.
The shadow smiles back as if feeding off her fear and desperation.
Her breathing is quick with panic.
She wriggles, fighting off what feels like a strong restraint, but the more she sees her helplessness, the less strength she finds to resist the hold shes under.
Powerless, she stops.

Another life taken by the shadow that no one could control.
Too late, too painful, too misunderstood.

You can be convinced that suicide wont happen but what is the reality for so many people who struggle and get overlooked?

Suicide isnt wanted or deserved by ANYONE!

Its time to allow yourself to breathe again