I Was There

Such a powerful message God has given my friend Stu of Something to Stu Over… and through His pain. And that picture! Calvary by his friend Stephen Sawyer of ART4God! 😦  I share it with you… especially those of you hurting right now. God loves you!

Something to Stu Over

“It HURTS!!!”

I just want the pain to STOP!

Why won’t it stop?

I’ve tried EVERY freaking thing I can think of to make it go away.

Alcohol numbs it for a while…then it’s back.

Drugs numb it for a day or two…then it’s back.

Sex will numb it for a few hours…then it’s back.

Smoking helps for a few minutes…then it’s back.

Nothing I do helps!

No variation of the things I use helps!

But I do have a gun that will end it all!

I’m just so freaking tired!!

Are listening to ME?

I heard about you when I was a child. Are you even REAL?

Yes, I am real.

Yes, I hear you loud and clear!

I’ve been right here with you from the beginning. I even guided you into your mother’s womb.

I watched you grow while your mother nurtured you.

I was there when…

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Drowning of a Writer

I use to subtitle this Ode to Suicide… actually the original title itself was Ode to Suicide, but I made it a subtitle so no one would worry or try to take it from me. Now, I don’t think it is wise to have such a title because suicide itself is not beautiful.

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Bubbles… accelerating to the surface. Pleading for my forgiveness, for my survival, my rescue. “HELP!” I’m crying from within the depth of the ocean. I’m losing my life. My will to fight is being taken from me. The strength of the almighty sea is too much for me. My body grows weak. I’m feeling numb. Every inch of my muscles are aching! Yet… all I can think about is fighting for my life. If only I had a little hero, or maybe a little support. If only I weren’t in so deep, but I’m in way over my head. As I struggle with every breath I have left in my body, I sink further and further, into my burial grounds. My new dwelling place, where my bones shall rot into tiny pieces of exhausted life. Soon, I will have nothing left. No warmth of loving. No tears of enjoyment… no…

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