Have you ever sat up a night,
Wondering why God had cursed you,
Cursed you with this loneliness, this pain.
It carves you out, leaves you in pieces
Letting you fall apart.
Right down to the ground.

When you feel this,
This empty, dying feeling.
It’s when you feel this,
That you glance down,
And see your wrists bleeding.
Pouring out, right into the ground.
You take a pill,
Take and another, take another
You chant to yourself.
No one cares, why not do it right?
You see you life flash,
You fall to the floor,
And your world goes black.

You wake up,
You wonder, are you heaven?
No, you’re still here.
Your mother had saved you,
Breathed that life back into you.
She’s done it before.
Right up until those paramedics took you away.

It’s weeks later.
You are sitting here, all alone.
You tie the rope in your closet.
Make sure its tight, do it right,
The voice inside you says.
You push the box out and you fall down.
Wiggling, your mom pulls you up,
Breathes that life back into you.
She’s done it before.

You wake up,
You’re in that familiar hospital room.
Room A581, yeah, you’ve been there before.
A bright light shines in your eyes.
You’re friends are here,
Your mother and father.
They love you,
It’s time to stop this.
You aren’t cursed darling,
You aren’t empty.
I’m here, we’re all here,
Your mom loves you.
I love you.
Please baby, stop this.

-Justin Goehring

Poets note..I haven't written anything in a pretty long time. Hopefully
this is something good. Enjoy.
 
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