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Thoughts swirl in the simmering pot.
Confusion,
Hurt,
Pain,
Depression.
A deadly mix.

I’m the fuel for the fire,
Killings myself.
By thinking about my seemingly certain death.

Fueling the fall.
Getting darker and darker.
I need to stop it all.
Pull myself together.
Stop falling further into my hell.

Even if I cannot escape myself,
I can’t let myself fall to far,
Fall beyond the point of rescue.

Send up the flares,
Give the sign.

I’ve stopped the fall,
But I can’t get out,
Without your help,
Whoever you are.

And still I’m one step away,
One slip,
From certain death.
So find me soon,
Find me now,
Before I stop you from saving me.