Wednesday, March 14, 2007
Help a soul
Tears streams down his 13 year old face. All he wished for was that he could be heard, when he cried at night. He wishes he could have been seen by my parents all he really need is love. He puts the gun in his mouth, his hands small and shaky. He pulls the trigger. Blood colours the wall in a pale pink, it runs down the wall and rests on the floor next to his lifeless body.
Another failed relationship, everybody she knows is married with at least one child. Her time has come and gone she is beyond depression. She lies in a tub filled with water. The razor blade resting on the side of the tub, calling her closer. The pain is soft and fast, blood rushing from her wrist. As the water turns a pale pink, she sinks into the warmness. Al she wanted was love or someone to talk to, but when no one listens what can one do?
It went worse since he lost his job, he could not support his family anymore. He tried so hard to find another job, but no one would employ a man in his mid 50’s. He started to drink too much, he tries to cope best he could. She always nags, try harder, you need to support this family or we would loose everything we worked so hard for. She just did not listen and kept quite, and he hit her, he gave the love of his life, his soul mate a black eye. The gas fills his lungs, he feel so tired; he sees a pale pink of clouds calling him closer. His eyes so heavy, he slips into a deep sleep, in his car filled with gas brought there by a pipe in the exhaust.
Dan from the bla bla Blog is doing something nice for suicide victims, yes fine they want to kill themselves, but if you have no one to turn to what do you do?
He only asks for a donation, he will be walking trough Manhattan.
Click on the link to make a donation and find out a bit more. He is the guy smiling: