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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Committing Suicide.</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Suicide, will that happen to me? It is not I, who will<br>cause this final act in life, it is the dark side of<br>who I am. I want to live, however, the monster, who<br>resides inside me...wants to commit suicide.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Everything I do...everywhere I go, blackness, inevitable<br>doom, trails me. I hear his voice, <br>'Do it...commit suicide. You have nothing to live for...do it! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone, I sob. 'What about the people that love me? <br>I don't want to hurt them.' His voice again...<br>'Do it. Kill yourself. You'll be doing them a favor.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I stare at the bottle of sleeping pills. Suicide...suicide, <br>it seems a way to solve all my problems.<br>'YES! The voice blared! Suicide is the answer! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Suicide? No. Yes.No...what...what to do? <br>I need to talk with someone. Who? No one! <br>God...if you're up there, help me. Give me<br>a sign. I wait...Nothing. No word. No sign.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Slowly, I move to the closet, remove my clothes<br>and slip on my favorite robe. Tears roll down<br>my cheeks, as I turn on some soft music.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The voice again: 'That's it. Make yourself comfortable, <br>then...do it! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I move to the bed, sit down and reach for the glass<br>of water. With one hand, I snap off the cap on the<br>bottle of sleeping pills. Slowly, I move the bottle<br>toward my mouth.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">''Ellen...Ellen? '<br>From outside my bedroom door, I can<br>hear my little brother calling me.<br>'Ellen....'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I hesitate, I don't want him to be the one<br>that finds me. Quickly, I place the pills<br>on the nightstand, and replace the cap.<br>I move to the door and open it.<br>My brother, is standing there, smiling at me.<br>'Ellen, watcha ya doin''</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I couldn't say committing suicide.<br>'Just watching a little t.v.'<br>'Can I come in, ' he said.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I thought about how much he and my family<br>loved me. I thought about a bunch of other<br>things I had to be thankful for. I gave serious<br>about life, and I treasured it. Suicide? <br>Not tonight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I look at my little brother and never loved<br>him more.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Sure...come in, we'll watch t.v. together.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=548901" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"></a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Joe+Fazio">Joe Fazio</a></strong></div>