" I can touch my chest and feel my heart beating rapidly beneath it . I can touch my collar bone that is jutting out of my body . I can touch the pens that write my words when I cannot speak them . I can touch my tears that are falling down my face . "
" I can hear voices that are telling me to commit dirty crimes . I can hear mice scurrying through my walls . i can hear my brothers sound asleep . "
" I can smell my mixture of perfumes . I can smell blood from my arms . "
" I can taste salt water leaking from my eyes "
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When you call a suicide prevention hotline the supporter makes you state five things you can see , four things you can touch , three things you can hear , two things you can smell , and one thing you can taste to help cope with your anxiety of the situation . I wrote this poem from personal instances hoping that you can understand that it will get better eventually