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Poem: A Final Goodbye

Trigger warning ⚠️

He made a gun
with his hand
and put the barrel
to his head

With a sigh
he closed his eyes
and found relief
in a final goodbye

He was on the edge
and didn’t mind going over
He already felt dead
and couldn’t get any colder
Plus life never fed
his need
his hunger

“One day
I’ll go away
Why not
make it today?”

He was tired
and oh so weak
and found peace in the thought
of an eternal sleep

He never believed
in any religion
but prayed to see
his family again

He made a gun
with his hand
and put the barrel
to his head

“Bang”
he said


Disclaimer: This piece is not meant to glorify or romanticize suicide, nor is it meant to encourage such an act.

This is a piece simply written from a side of depression most aren’t familiar with. As someone who deals with mental illness regularly, I believe it’s sometimes necessary to see all sides.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed the poem, please like and follow along 🙂

Jordan Antonacci

My cousin, my little brother, and me, on Laguna Beach

 

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