Hello reader, it is I
The writer
I want you to see my world and how I see it
What it has done to me
I want you to know
How my father left me when I six;
Or perhaps I was seven…
Nonetheless he’s gone, never coming back
I want you to see how when he left;
My mother put down her free will;
The little that was left;
And picked up a crucifix, hoping a false prophet will provide answers
I want you to see how this pain inside me grew;
Turning into depression, a nasty beast it is
I want you to see the sharp metal I dragged across my arm
How it tore up my flesh and shook me to the core
I want you to see my thoughts
No matter how dark they are
How suicide gripped my psyche;
And how I wished to make it reality
How I wished to float;
No longer longing for gravity
I want you to see how I recovered from such nasty thoughts;
And how it was no small task
How I received no false courage from a bottle or a flask
How I learned to tame my demons
How I keep them at bay
How I use writing as a source of release
How I learned ******* myself without actually dying;
And how I rebuild myself every single day
Wishing to be better
I think I finally am
For I am no longer a child, but not yet quite a man
I am nothing special, or perhaps I am
This matters not to me you see
All I’m grateful for;
Is that I now realize;
That I am me