Reading poems 
About suicide and the want to kill
The thought really
Gives me an awful chill

There are so many things
In our lives that seem so bad
We need to live another day
To seek better then what we had

For those of you 
Who feel down and hate to go to school
You shouldn’t worry
About the bullies who think they’re cool

I remember 
My teen years in school
I felt suicidal
And used writing as a tool

It is a way of feeling
And reaching out to others
Even with a dreadful spirit
And your breath it smothers

At that point 
We have no idea of our fate
We just stumble around
Thinking of reasons to hate

The thoughts so often 
Enter our mind
To erase our self
Leaving a body for someone else to find

Yes I too felt worthless
That there were no reasons for me to live
Because others made me feel bad
And that I had nothing to give

For some reason
I never took my life away
Thank God for the strength
To live another day

Years have passed
I am still alive and doing well
I am still her
With many stories to tell

I am married 
And have children in my life
Often thinking of when I was a teen
And couldn’t take the strife

Once you perform 
That terrible suicidal act
You’re gone for ever
And that is a fact

Never being able 
To change how you feel
To make your life better
Even when crying at someone else’s heel

Never ever have any shame of who you are
And what ever you do
Don’t keep your feelings
Bottled in a jar

Reach out 
To a stranger or a friend
Just one last thing
Please don’t let your life end










Copyright © Waynster ... [2004-03-08 17:28:41]