He knows just where you are, in the moment of death you seek.. He is the mightiest of mighties, as you find your weakest of weak.
Poetry-In A Moment Before Suicide
Bipolar Life- Depth of Despair
Every night I thought of the guns, or pills, or even the rafters in the garage. I thought of dying more than I thought of living. Death just seemed easier. It may sound selfish to someone on the outside, it may be, but my will to live was slipping away.
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