When all seems lost and hopeless, no more pain can I endure.
A thin, red line across my wrist, the blood so dark and pure.

A thousand ways I cried for help and so it comes to this.
The ecstasy of oblivion, the sweet painlessness of bliss.

Tis too late to call me back, my life blood’s down the drain.
My sorrow was too great. I could not withstand the strain.

The signs were everywhere and often went ignored.
How many times I turned to you and desperately implored,
“Please don’t turn your back on me. I cannot find my way!”
My debt’s now paid in full, no cost left to defray.

If you think of me at all, I did what I thought best.
I went to someplace peaceful, where I could finally rest.

Written by,

Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland

6 thoughts on “Suffering

  1. i found this made me think
    it also made me sad
    and as i know there can be help if one listened
    it kind of made me mad.

    for our nation has the money
    it just gives it all to others
    while we still have the hungry
    here at home
    my god stop this and feed our brothers.

    well written shelby


  2. Haunting words that are all too universal. Too much truth here, Shelby. Must go back to watching Duck Dynasty, now. 😉


  3. This was fantastic! The power you express here is so intense and so real. “A thousand ways I cried for help . . .” And so clear. I feel it in my core. Thank you.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s