A depressed soul writes his suicide letter.
I once had a job that fulfilled me It kept the bad wolf from the door. I once gave my life to the company, Too much, for my wife, that’s for sure. Because, once I got older, they fired me. It completely ruined our life. For once, with no money, we argued. Disagreements and fights became rife. We once had a marriage to envy. It gave succour, to us, without strife. But once I lost heart, she soon left me. She simply walked out of my life. So, once my two loves had divorced me, I lost any passion for life. And once I came home to this empty house, I felt I’d been slashed with a knife. Where once there was hope, there is silence; Now no-one will answer the phone. They once gave contentment and kindness. I can’t face this life on my own. I once felt such warmth, now it’s winter. There’s a huge lump of ice in my chest. Where once there was light there is darkness. Now it’s time to put sadness to rest. I once saw everything clearly. But now I see nothing but dread. So, once I have written these final words, I am taking this gun to my head. ................................................... But, once I came too, my eyes focused On the gun which was still in my hand. And once I remembered my written words, I pushed back, in horror, to stand. All at once, I was conscious of laughter; Happy children at play near my door And at once, with that, the sun flooded in And I realised, that life offered more. If I’d once carried out my intentions I’d leave nothing; a corpse and debris. And that once I’d pulled on that trigger The only one hurt would be me. All at once, I saw that forgiveness Was not something which others should give. But that once I had pardoned those, others, I’d be free, with a new life to live. So at once, I forgave and forgot them. They’re now locked, way back of my head. And once I did that, I had vision; Ambition and light up ahead. We’re only once on this great planet, And though sometimes, it can feel like hell, When you once understand there’s a rhythm to life, There’s no reason, on bad times to dwell. Would we once, recognise which are good times If everything stayed just the same? Once we learn to work through the bad times, Ups and downs become part of the game. Every once in a while, we are down there. Before long, we’re up on a high. But once we dwell on the low points We lose sight of the hills, where we fly. Once or twice, we will all hit rock bottom, Though for some, it’s hard to break free. There is always a reason for living; just as sunshine and laughter saved me.
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