Slitting wrist
Letting it bleed
Blood warm spills on my feet
No more waiting for sleep
No more psychotic nights.
No more telling lies
about the shadows
that follow me
about the ghosts
that talk to me
Everything red and out--
in the open
It's no crime
But a condition
that you can't understand.
© M. Jay Dixit, September heart-to-hearts, 2024 All Rights Reserved
September heart-to-hearts 
Yes, one can only understand it when one is in the thick of it, a very dark place indeed.
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Thank you, Paul.
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Very welcome Jay 🙂
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From the outside, it often appears that another person “has the world by the tail.” Two people I knew ended their lives when it appeared they had a lot to live for.
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RIP. That’s sad. Thanks for commenting, Cheryl.
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