I died today

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I die today. Did you know that?
No, I suppose you don’t.
I guess I didn’t show it. I’m good at that. The hiding.
I pass you on the sidewalk, and I might even smile at you.

I died today. Do you care?
No, I suppose you don’t.
I guess you couldn’t. You didn’t even know.
But you said something. Maybe a cruel name or a snide comment.

I died today. Did you do it?
No, I suppose you didn’t.
I guess it’s my fault. I took it too hard. It was just joking after all.
I did it to myself after all. I took it too seriously.

I died today. Can you do anything?
No, I suppose you can’t.
It’s too late. I’ve died. Hundreds of times.
And now there’s nothing to do. It’s become a cycle that can’t break.

I didn’t die today. Did you stop it?
Yes, I suppose you did.
I almost gave up. I did give up.
But you knew. You cared.

And I’m not sure I would be here if you hadn’t.



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I died today

A most thought provoking poem

    Stanman
May Your Light Forever Shine

It really made me think

This says so much about how we treat each other and makes me want to do better.

"I almost gave up. "

Been there a few times. But people who knew and cared pulled me through. And you, my dear friend have been one of those people on many occasions.

Dorothycolleen, member of Bailey's Angels

Hanna Leann Melton's picture

Hugs

Tears thank you
Love and Hugs
Hanna

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Andrea Lena DiMaggio's picture

So emotional...

...doubt, fear, shame, sadness...but in the end, maybe hope as well? Thank you!

Crying is all right in its own way while it lasts. But you have to stop sooner or later,
and then you still have to decide what to do. ― C.S. Lewis
Love, Andrea Lena
Cassie Ellen's picture

Death and Rebirth

I know this story. Only sometimes we have to die some to break free of our self that is holding us back. So many times I have comforted myself telling me that death is metaphorical. And when that fails, admitting it is the pain I want to go away, not my life.

So in giving up the sadness and allowing the loss of my male self, I was reborn into the me that can never be taken away by anyone.

Bright Blessings,
Cassie

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