I Wish I Were Dead She Said
I wish I were dead she said and meant
with all her heart.
As
she lay in her bed that morning, she opened her weary eyes filled with tears
knowing that she had been given another day on this earth, when all she wanted
was to have died that night; to be taken and never returned to this time. She lay there holding her breath, hoping
beyond hope that she’d stop breathing soon. Maybe it would happen now. It
didn’t. The burden of living was too much. A struggle each morning to
open her eyes, to take that first conscious breath and leave her bed when all
she wanted was her grave. Every night when the darkness came she wished for
the half-death of sleep to consume her. She
dragged her draining body from her bed and went to the bathroom. She looked in
the mirror thinking maybe this morning she would slip in the shower and crack
her skull. Maybe today was the day she would die. As she stood under the
scalding hot water it barely touched upon her skin. She couldn’t feel the
scorching heat of the water gushing over her body even as her skin turned red.
She lent against the wall. Why was she given another day? The pain of living
was deeper and more painful than taking a knife and slicing lines across her
arm to make her feel alive.
Forgive me for the sinful thoughts that
run through my mind but I will not commit suicide she said and meant with all
her heart.
I wish I were dead she said and meant
with all heart.
Her
thoughts were consumed with the thoughts of her death; her deep desire to die
in this very instance, for her soul to be squeezed out of her body, as she sat
at her kitchen table drinking the weak tea she had made looking at the garden.
She knew she was only drinking this tea because it would sustain her and maybe
take her to her death today somewhere out there.
Forgive me for the sinful thought but I
will not commit suicide she said and meant with all her heart.
I wish I were dead she said and meant
with all her heart.
This
gift of life He had given was wasted on her she felt. She asked God every
second, hour, minute of every day that He take her life and give it to someone
who deserved it more; a person who desired to live, needed to live; not like
her. She wanted the person who was dying right now, fading at this moment from
life for them to be spared and her to take their place. I should be dead, she
said and meant with all heart.
Forgive me for the sinful thought but I
will not commit suicide she said and meant with all her heart.
I wish I were dead she said and meant
with all her heart.
She
repeated this with every step she took on her way to walk; as she looked past
the hundreds of people she passed every day hoping one of them would stab her.
The idea of death coming to her at that very moment would have pleased her,
dying would have been a welcome relief from all that had built up in her brain.
If I cross this busy road really slowly, she wondered and a car hits me then it
would all be over. No, she did not want another’s hand in her death. Why could
He not just do it? He had struck down many others, why not her?
Forgive me for the sinful thought but I
will not commit suicide she said and meant with all her heart.
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