if you die i will too

 

I’ve lost cout how many times you’ve tried to kill yourself now. You need help because i can’t take it anymore.  You talk bout dieing all the time and how you won’t see tomorrow, that next week doesnt matter because you wont be here anymore. Everyday i have to hear your goodbyes. I dont know what your taking anymore you wont tell me that, what poison your drinking in order to die. All i know is you wake me up at 3/4/5am in the morning saying goodbye to me. I know you want the pain to stop, i see every single day how much you are hurting. I wish there was something i could do to help you, to make it better for you. The first weekend in Jan i called off work because you tired to kill yourself, you took a bunch of pills again and i layed beside you as you slept, you called your mother and she told me i had to call 911 for you but i didnt. I cant do that to you. i knew you’d be okay i understood what i was getting into what you had taken and how much.  So i held you and layed awake for hours fighting sleep to ensure your still breathing correctly. Cleaned you up when you got sick, helped as much as i could. And of course you were sad because you were still alive after.  This week has been bad three attempts you’ve made. Everyday sadder because it didnt work. Once right before i was to come home from work, another in the middle of the night..i cried from 3 till 4 laying beside you and another last night.. 5am or so. You wont tell me what your taking now or how much. I do know that it makes you feel peaceful and happy because you let your stress go and finally relax and sleep.  I dont know how much more i can take…and that makes me feel bad because if i’m feeling this way i cant image how horrible u must be feeling. I know what its like to want to die and to dream about it, i’ve been there so i do understand the unending pain you feel. This too shall pass, just hold on.

 

i love you
if you die
i will too
please let us
have life
together
 

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AB
February 7, 2009

Inspiring. This life of yours is one of true audacity and emotion. I’m sorry you have to do the things you do, and that you suffer for someone else, but you do it in a way that I have never been able to capture with words, such reverence.