I thought about it.
Cried till I could no longer see.
Tugged at my hair until you could see patches of scalp.
Picked at my skin till it tore.
The tears were gone.
Most of my hair gone.
The blood dried.
But the voices…
The voices don’t ever stop.
It’s too much.
It’s too much.
It’s too much.
You could jump, Darkness says.
Two different ledges. One permanent, the other has good potential. You could jump.
But then what?
The pain just spreads like a disease. Passed from one to another through the grief that hangs in the air.
What if that’s too much
Too much
Too much
For someone else?
No. I can’t jump.
I’ll cry
And tug
And pick
And pray
That maybe the voices will stop…
Searching for Sanity 