Its funny to me
that I hang on
to this cruel, crazy world
for two things.
A 95 year old grandmother
and a 9 year old black lab.
Each could slip away
in a day.
I’ve even looked
at the end
while they are here.
And looked very closely,
but couldn’t close the deal
because of them.
I think if one went
I could go too,
but it would probably
take both leaving before me,
to free up that path
for myself.
I just don’t have the strength
to stay behind.
An old woman
and a dog
keep me alive.
i'm in a good place in my life, but i haven't always been so. depression racks me sometimes and i've always been able to fight off thoughts of suicide by thinking of the people (and animals) that i simply cannot bear to leave behind.
ReplyDeleteI can relate. But more than anything, it would be failure in dying. My life has been enough failure already! Well, and I hate pain!
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