| Written by Diana, on 06-05-2001 05:57 |
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I felt my life slowly slipping away. It was nearly dawn and yet a light still shone in my window. Endless hours spent pondering death. It was an obsession. I was so desperate for my life to end that I found myself searching for courage, finding none. Scars on my wrists prove my desire, and my failure. I am still here--much to my dismay. Even through hospitalization I remember that want, that desire for death. It was exhilarating and painful at the same time. I have yet to realize how close I came though I still get a glimpse of that pain each and every day. It is forever ingrained in my heart. I do not wish to return there but I fear my future without it. Through art I ache to keep it with me--to remember. Such trivialities I've faced. I am less afraid of my future now that I stared death in the face. I needed that confrontation. Now, through endless hours in solitude, I hope to rekindle the light that used to shine in my heart. Location: Las Encinas Hospital.
Last update: 06-05-2001 05:57
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