I have brothers not of my mother

grew up with a family like no other

with so much love I could smother

but none of that stopped this crime

I still grew up in a mental bind

welcome to the confessions of a dangerous mind

surrounded by people I was lonely

coveted by girls, I felt homely

flirting with death had become homey

I lived life feeling second best

never afforded a moments rest

not if I wanted to ace that next test

I went to college to paint a collage of ill will

self depreciation increased as I grew in skill

every reflection I saw, I only thought kill

graduation got close, and suicidal thoughts came to a head

permeated with rage, I was only seeing red

all roads were leading to me dead

pat of me felt like there was no help, no one to turn to

I felt like someone you could burn through

but that changed when I met the girl with eyes of brown hue

no more panic attacks and pills

just love unfurling and thrills

simply thinking of your kiss gave me chills

For the first time in a long time I felt okay

I had to question was it right to feel that way

often fearing that feeling wouldn’t stay

a weird feeling going from shroud of darkness to the veil of light

its like going from blind to sight

but not everyone gets that same ending to this fight

Many fight alone and fall from grace

leaving loved ones behind as they take a suicidal end to the race

a lot of times because someone told them to “Man up” to their face

many often need help but are afraid to cry out

Someone yelled for me, now I’m going to shout

Seek the healing help you need, this isn’t the final bout!

You are here with us, not alone

you have a place to belong to, you aren’t without a home

if you need help pick up a phone!

I know this world is sick and sadistic

at this point it needs intervention from something mystic

but get the help you need, don’t become a statistic!

 

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline can be reached at 800-273-TALK (8255)

you have people who love you, if you need help call someone and confide in them. each day is a blessing, don’t cut them short!

Love,

LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway