#Poetry
Who are we to this world other than hazards to our self
we thrive on self destruction and wishing we were someone else
We want someone to relate but we don’t tell them how we felt
We’d rather be forgotten and placed upon the Shelf
It’s not death we seek it’s the exclusion from our lives
We feel the only vacation from ourself is the one we get when we die
We don’t feel like we’re living and we’re tired of just getting by
It’s The fatality of our illness
It being our choice is just a disguise
We don’t want to kill ourselves but we don’t want to live this life
We want things to get better and we want to feel all right
Or self hatred is so heavy that we don’t deserve mornings light
we have so many problems that there’s no ending in sight
we want to be better for you but we’re too tired to put up a fight
And then when we get there we’re in awe of the lack of pain
We don’t feel the anxiety we don’t feel any shame
We feel the peaceful calm
Tell me is this a game
We no longer feel insane
then you bring us back and we will never be the same
But what if we never go there
we never needed a vacation from ourselves
What if we learned acceptance and we knew how to feel how we felt
What if we had a village that never made us want to be someone else
what would you do with that extra space
with one less urn on the Shelf
You should fill it with our picture and love us while we’re alive
Tell us we’re okay and everything is all right
Help us stand back up
Show there’s a reason to be alive
if we should heal the body we should definitely heal the mind
If you’re going to love me at all I’d rather you love me alive
Save me from myself -and tell me that you don’t want me to die
Show me I can love myself and prevent a suicide_-
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