Letting Go

There's no weight on my shoulder,
But there's a guillotine at my throat.
If I stagger, if I falter
This will be all I wrote.

This pain that I am feeling,
You dare say it's not enough?
My wounds, they are not healing,
It has nothing to do with being tough.

Everyone handles different,
We have different wheels, in and out.
In the places you are tolerant,
I could be shut-out.

So take your little pixie nose,
Your giggling disbelief.
All your violent jabs just show
the pain you hide down deep.

Everyone has a guillotine
Hung above their hope.
The only difference I can see
Is if you loose the rope.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

For anyone who is battling suicidal thoughts, please call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline (1-800-273-8255). If you feel awkward over the phone, there is a site where you can talk to people over the internet (7cupsoftea.com). If you don't feel like talking to anyone, please try reading a website about suicide and ways to help fight it (metanoia.org). 

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Excellent poem! Great points & great advice. You have the voice, the strength & wisdom, to never be defeated;-)