A very depressing piece, feels very real. Feels so personal and for that reason i find it hard to critique. But I guess it has done it's job because it made me feel.

Lou

I stopped in to read this and I hope you are fine and this is not about you. If it is I send you my get well wishes. I had a feeling something was not up with you as the spirit moved me to write this comment. At this time I am unsure of the correct comment here also so I am praying you are doing okay if this is indeed about you my friend. Don't pull the chord. Continue your stronghold on whatever it is and live.

Blessings
Mona
xox

I expect there are many who have been brought back to life who would have preferred not to. you captured this well. Hope not autobiographical...........stan

My dear friend this is for you and anyone else that you want to share it with. It is one of my friends. Thinking of you and soon you will be up on the mend honey. You are too good of a person to go anywhere and Ms Mona knows you will be fine

Blessings of love sent to you

Click on this link. It is relaxing and beautiful to you from me.

http://youtu.be/-fnzXdmvRmw

Magics Mona

You've no idea how frightening this piece is! But very well written. I hope that all is well with you. Today is the first anniversary of my death and rebirth. I am thinking of you.

always, Cat

but continue to live
in hope always

I just came by to see how you are fairing. Are you having a busy summer? It will be good have you back again. Take care.

always, Cat

Did you not think God or Love would be not in the bottom of your despair?

That's what makes poets....lot's of dark nights of the soul! Though after awhile, like drunks,
we get sober.

May all beings be free from suffering and the causes of suffering.

~A

This is a true story? Well take comfort there are many here who care for you in your sorrow and joy. Altogether this write certainly made me care for the author. So I guess it did its job as well as yourown catharsis. Sorry there is no crit but I don't see there is any necessary.

John

rising from another crises
one more squeeze of heart
that should have killed but did not
I awake, and think of nothing [more]

restraint[s]s untied, I feel along
the tubes and wires snaking down my throat
nurses hovering, ready to stop me
should I decide to pull [it out]

with the hardness on my fingertips
choking off my voice
I wonder why I am still alive
and wish that I was not.

[Now I'm going to add my own verse.]

There is only my addiction
to my perfectly addition
why die when life gives more?
You sad, sorry sore.

Fogive me. I have lived the ideation of suicide and it's bloody stipid here.