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It's still called lurking my friend but I've sensed your presence. In the twenty plus years since our Michael killed himself, suicide remains a conversation stopper. I find myself a lurker more often, because nothing seems to work as far as educating people on the dangers to family and friends left behind.
We are so looking forward to the visit from our grandson and his family today. There will be lots of hugs and giggles with the little ones but there will be no mention of our son. ~heavy sigh~ |
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Yet I walk in circles Wondering why am in this terrible frame of mind You know The unspoken word Pain=mental illness to present "Itself" As I run this circle every day for the past three years How great could his "pain" have been Because I just want to rip my shin off and God knows what I would go for first This brain This being Is having them thoughts Never to act on them My mind My mind has its own on and off button I do not control it You would think I could But pain is driving some charges to that button I cannot help but tell it like it is for me DMACK you represent persons such as myself A recovering alcoholic Of twenty plus years One day at a time Bam I'm inflicted with turd I have no control over My Body I a physician induced addict Help put me in this dark place Younger having a drink I wold tell myself so I could be calm for my children Having pills that could take me out in a beat of this heart Do I then remember He took a gun to himself I don't care how fudged up he was How great was his pain For me to get to think that for my life Then the anger of the pain I still suffer As running this circle is NOT where I want to be Yet it's there every single morning And the day moves on and slowly I realize the pain I would cause He had a choice As I fight "it" everyday And at the end of the day I made a promise I made a promise And then my mind takes me to my children All giving death a shot Saraeve physician induced she is my epileptic child My boy bi-polar recovering heroin addict My third child angel dust addict entering re-hab stopped counting My seventeen year old recovering addict My sisters both recovering See a pattern I am left talking to his spirit As I call upon him to watch over the family It's the least he can do We did not ask for life The parents I landed I understand Does it make it okay Hell no I know the truth I cannot leave them thinking zippo Elephants are a symbol in my home Gentle giants Thank you for allowing my ramble Love Me |
:hug: Alffe :hug:
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did not know this! Have a great day! love you bizi |
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