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Turning Blue by Mark Tulin
November 20, 2020
Slicing my wrists with a plastic knife
didn’t work
Overdosing on anti-depressants
didn’t raise hope
I asked a friend to shoot me
but he didn’t own a gun
Instead, I crucified myself,
slung my neck
from a door hinge,
tied by a USB cord
When the medics rolled in,
they saw I was turning blue,
air supply cut off,
unable to unwrap the noose,
breathing stopped
and eyes closed shut
with the last words
Nothingness
is a much better place
written in cursive on my chest.
Crow On The Wire 
A sobering poem.
very much. 🙏🏻☮️
You’re welcome, Mark.
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
SPECIAL INSIGHT FROM A PARTICULARLY HARD PLACE! MY DAD WAS A CHAPLAIN IN ONE!
He must have seen and heard the depths of despair.
YES…AND BROUGHT HOPE IN A WAY THAT BOTH PATIENTS AND STAFF COULD UNDERSTAND AND GRAB HOLD OF! 😀
Wonderful work, Jonathan. 🙏🏻
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
Have a happy and a safe holiday season. ☮️
This is deep. 🖤
Thanks. 🙂