To some people,
"ending it"
means,
throwing all their belongings out in the street and saying
"I'm done,"
because that's all the world ever said to them.
To some people,
"ending it"
means,
walking out on their partner of 9 months
because they found out about
their lover's affair.
To some people,
"ending it"
means,
taking a handful of pills
because they don't think
they are beautiful to exist under the sun and
listen to 80's music ever again.
To some people,
"ending it"
means,
dropping out of school
to travel across the country
because life is a field trip all by itself.
To some people,
"ending it"
means,
attending multiple therapy sessions
to topple their crippling social anxiety
because they're tired of being
introverted.
To some people,
"ending it"
means,
hitting back.
because they're tired of being abused.
And to the rest of us,
we don't know exactly what "it" is that we're ending.
Because we can only hope that
one door closes and another opens.
I wrote this poem tonight. I wrote it for every single one of my friends who have ever felt like "that" person. This is not the end. I'm always gonna be there to support those who I love, but it kills me when people I care for dearly, succumb to the negative energy in our world. So many suicidal friends and so many people looking for a way out. I wrote this as a reminder that there's a way out, because I used to not see a point to anything and I used to want to "end it". There's a better way no matter what you're thinking about giving up on.