AOnceSuicidalPoet

-ACT ONE- Scene One The Girl (Single stage, spotlight on girl in middle, ripped clothing, arms scarred and bleeding, shadowed eyes and messed hair, stands facing the audience accusingly) (When talking, the girl sounds crazy, like she can’t quite keep a grip on reality) Girl: Love, is a strange word isn’t it. Some say it’s the world’s greatest gift, others, (pause) the greatest curse. Love can lead us to believe that life isn’t so difficult after all, a false sense of security, a safety net. Problem with a safety net is every time it’s used, it gets damaged, damages which lead to holes, holes which lead

Scars show the battles The ones I've lost. Arched, puckered, ugly But I'll show you them I'll show you The ones I've lost. Long sleeves hide the trail But scars tell a story One arm a horrific fight One leg a slow climax Wherever, whatever, they'll always be The ones I've lost Soon I'll have recovered For your sweet words hold me dear Your lips brush the white lines Your fingers against my hip You'll never let me go The ones I've lost                 ...are distant...

'I wonder what my mom and dad would say If they knew I cried each day...' I wonder what they would say If they saw my arms and legs laced with scars And a tale of misery I wonder how they would feel If they knew I was lying That I didn't feel ill I was forcing, willing I wonder how it would hurt them If they knew I was hurting and switching emotional pain for physical. I wonder what they would think if they knew I lived a lie that I wasn't happy but depressed, dying. There's a reason they don't know they'll do as they always do. It's a personal attack on them they'd say and that it's for attention. But what if they're wrong? What if i

He's there... He's noticed the girl from the shop... She's there... Beginnings occur like this....

Dear Lani, I am writing to you to tell you how... I am writing to you... Do you know what you did? I know you're there. Still trying to escape. You took control for three years, Lani, did you know that? You've left yourself behind, can't you see that? I do. Whenever I wear a short sleeved t-shirt, or even shorts. The self concious behaviour I exhibit whenever I want to be touched, or loved, it's you. Not me. I want to be confident, have a relationship where I can be normal, but I can't. Because of you. You're my paranoia, Lani. You're there when I question myself. Question my feelings. I want to love him? Can't you see that? But whenev

World Suicide Prevention Day Presentation Definition of bravery noun [mass noun] courageous behaviour or character What is bravery? What is it to be brave? Bravery is waking up each morning to living hell. It’s as simple as making it through a day, when you’d rather just give up. It’s sitting against the door, hearing the screaming go over your head. It’s the hiding, chewing fingernails, wishing you could leave. Running away. But not. It’s living, though all the odds stack up against you. It’s never giving up on loving someone, because you care. It’s fighting for someone to keep living, because if