from helping hands, and kind hearts.
from helping hands,
and kind hearts,
came a cautious question:
what happened to you?
but how could i explain
the assault on my brain?
dying
eyes stare vacant
paralyzed, cant function.
ruled by numbness and fatigue, an
emptiness that has swallowed me whole.
seems that suicide is my only way to freedom.
silently, i can slip away
into the somber night
only with a knife-
no.
from helping hands,
and kind hearts,
came an urgent lesson:
you are loved.
it is a small plea
that is so important to me.
here's to the friends with
open arms, open hearts.
people that believed in me
even when i didnt.
thank you. thank you.
because of you,
I have hope now.