Suicide

Published on by Harpreet Chhachhia

I wish I had the courage
To take a blade to my veins –
And after this body dies,
See what really remains.

I can’t for the life of me
Think of ending it all,
Though I gave up on God
And fear no Great Fall.

If science has me as dust
And conscious free, let it be.
If I face a god, I’ll also see
Those gone once who truly loved me.

But the world has knifed me,
With love and belonging,
Yet it denied me faith
And ripped me with longing.

I guess, if death is to be,
It’ll eventually be.
I fear to make it a slave
To my sickly vanity.

So, though the fan and blade,
Terrace and sill tempt me well,
I choose to linger here and on,
Through life’s own heaven and hell.

7 thoughts on “Suicide”

  1. As i have said multiple times, you give me hope. You choose not to take your own life and carry on with the cards that life has picked for you. That is what gives me hope. Your words work like a charm. See, muggles have their own magic. 🙂🙂. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us. Love you Harry. Take care

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  4. You’re very good with words and there are good prospects for that. I kinda envy you but….. well. Nice job.
    Hope to see you at the end of the tunnel you’re in where there’s true light

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