by Eliana Cordova
I’m so, so sorry.
For thinking these things
For considering how many pills it would take to kill me for certain...
For wondering how many seconds it would take with a pillow over my face…
For deliberating how long and deep a bloody cut would have to be…
For pondering how I would hang the rope from my ceiling…
So many, too many options.
I want all of them.
Every single one.
And I’m sorry that you’re not enough to stop me.
I’m sorry that I am not strong enough to continue.
I’m sorry that no amount of love, words and emotion
Will stop me from falling under, and becoming another Forgotten Suicidal.