{"sf1_id":1795218,"sf2_id":"J1Owlpg1","title":"Poem: Finally Sleeping","author":"zetasyanthis","words":98,"posted_at":"2021-12-12T22:38:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Suicide","mental health"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795218-poem-finally-sleeping","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/J1Owlpg1","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/28/26/28263a50-3c6a-4020-8245-09efc5152ccd","description":"#6 of 2021 Mental Health Crisis\n\nI don't even know how to describe this one, but it's a CW for suicide for sure.","content":"CW: Suicidal Imagery\n\n----------------------------------------\n\nI never knew what rest meant.  \nI never know I was tired.  \nI never knew past exhaustion,  \nand through anxiety, so wired.\n\nI never knew what rest meant.  \nI never knew without hope.  \nI never knew past the things I can't see,  \na future without a rope.\n\nI never knew what rest meant.  \nI never knew without blood.  \nI never knew past the silence  \nof a corpse now drowned in mud.\n\nI never knew what rest meant.  \nI never knew without hope.  \nI couldn't see past my own death,  \na future without a rope.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"2021 Mental Health Crisis","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1795216-poem-being-afraid.json"}}