I used to

i use to think  suicidal thoughts was so lame 

until one day I wish I had a gun to my brain

 or to be hanging from a chain 

 shit maybe drown like that game heavy rain 

 needless to say I was scared to take my own life 

a bitch scared to carve into my skin with a knife 

but  the dark mind hits and it hits deep

Kyle you can't do this or that just sleep 

Kyle your a man u better not wheep

  Kyle  you a child of God one of his sheep 

but .. what  if I wasn't meant for keep 

is it selfish to contemplating a leap

 I use to want to slit my wrist

paint carpet in blood like artist 

 but I was never ready for  that risk

by no means do  I want to live 

but by no means did I want to leave 

I do know it's ok to be sad 

shit it's fine to be mad

I use to think dying was my purpose 

but now my will to live has surfaced

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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