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
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