a poem about passive suicidal ideation

Wrote this a while ago and just found it in my notes. Obvious topic warning. If you relate to this I hope you’re in therapy <3

Lifeline: 13 11 14

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And so you do the workout

Feed yourself and go on a walk with a friend

You read books and try get enough sleep

You dance and talk and laugh

You do all the things you’re supposed to do, but you still wouldn’t mind if a car hit you

So, then you wonder if you are just broken

But you are not

Your mental state is a response to trauma and the state of the world

How you feel is actually, for the most part, a completely valid response to it all

So, what’s there to do?

You’re tired, aren’t you?

So, you have a sweet treat and a cup of tea

And you get up every morning

And sometimes you even sing

You want to give up but you never can

You wonder why the fuck you can’t

Why can’t you give up?

You just keep going through the motions of existence

And you’re alive sometimes

But mostly, you just want to die

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Lifeline: 13 11 14