The Morning After I Killed Myself
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The Morning After I Killed Myself
I have permission from the author to post her words here. I hope they are useful for anyone in times of desperation.
Thank you, Meggie Royer. (From her 'Writings For Winter' Blog)
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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few day lilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
Thank you, Meggie Royer. (From her 'Writings For Winter' Blog)
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The morning after I killed myself, I woke up.
I made myself breakfast in bed. I added salt and pepper to my eggs and used my toast for a cheese and bacon sandwich. I squeezed a grapefruit into a juice glass. I scraped the ashes from the frying pan and rinsed the butter off the counter. I washed the dishes and folded the towels.
The morning after I killed myself, I fell in love. Not with the boy down the street or the middle school principal. Not with the everyday jogger or the grocer who always left the avocados out of the bag. I fell in love with my mother and the way she sat on the floor of my room holding each rock from my collection in her palms until they grew dark with sweat. I fell in love with my father down at the river as he placed my note into a bottle and sent it into the current. With my brother who once believed in unicorns but who now sat in his desk at school trying desperately to believe I still existed.
The morning after I killed myself, I walked the dog. I watched the way her tail twitched when a bird flew by or how her pace quickened at the sight of a cat. I saw the empty space in her eyes when she reached a stick and turned around to greet me so we could play catch but saw nothing but sky in my place. I stood by as strangers stroked her muzzle and she wilted beneath their touch like she did once for mine.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to the neighbors’ yard where I left my footprints in concrete as a two year old and examined how they were already fading. I picked a few day lilies and pulled a few weeds and watched the elderly woman through her window as she read the paper with the news of my death. I saw her husband spit tobacco into the kitchen sink and bring her her daily medication.
The morning after I killed myself, I watched the sun come up. Each orange tree opened like a hand and the kid down the street pointed out a single red cloud to his mother.
The morning after I killed myself, I went back to that body in the morgue and tried to talk some sense into her. I told her about the avocados and the stepping stones, the river and her parents. I told her about the sunsets and the dog and the beach.
The morning after I killed myself, I tried to unkill myself, but couldn’t finish what I started.
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
Wow Jonesy.
That is heavy and thought provoking. Gives a lot to think about.
Thank you for sharing this.
That is heavy and thought provoking. Gives a lot to think about.
Thank you for sharing this.
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
Powerful, emotional
and so so true.
I cry inside for that lost person.......and I see myself in those words.
powerful.
Ty jonesy
hopeful
and so so true.
I cry inside for that lost person.......and I see myself in those words.
powerful.
Ty jonesy
hopeful
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
A friend's daughter found that she had gone too far
She couldn't unkill herself
Everything eventually passes
But we won't see it unfold if we've taken permanence as a step,
Our own final solution ........
Thankyou for sharing Jonesy
She couldn't unkill herself
Everything eventually passes
But we won't see it unfold if we've taken permanence as a step,
Our own final solution ........
Thankyou for sharing Jonesy
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
Just re-read those words - and once again I feel humbled.
I am glad it has been well-received; I was a bit worried people would be upset, but felt it was worth the risk to reach others.
I am glad it has been well-received; I was a bit worried people would be upset, but felt it was worth the risk to reach others.
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
wow jonesy thank you. that is an intense poem. like many friends here, i have been so suicidal at times. powerful poem thank you.
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
A good share. Thank you. :)
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hi jonesy,
i just read this again. it really helps me. brings tears to my eyes but helps me. thank you.
love,
recover
i just read this again. it really helps me. brings tears to my eyes but helps me. thank you.
love,
recover
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Re: The Morning After I Killed Myself
i am needing this. i really do want to kill myself. but i see my children crying and crying.
and i am crying and crying. i can't stop crying.
and i am crying and crying. i can't stop crying.