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 Feb 2018 Isaac Spencer
Rett
Lead
I wake up and my head is as heavy as lead
The bed is hugging me tightly
telling me that if I stay, ill be safe
The bed drown me comfortingly
with the tears that I've wept

Sting
My eyes sting from the lack of sleep
they sting like my tears are poison
I walk to school obstinately
because I know I am part of a hoard fo depressed children
trying not to succumb to the urge to **** themselves
before the gunman does that job for us


Black
While I'm writing my 3rd essay this week
a black cloud suffocates me
its smoke climbing its way into my airway
turning into ink as it enters my lungs
I walk around with the cloud

Cry
I am trying to keep myself together
when we get a division problem
a simple equation that anyone could do
but I forget how to divide by 5
I feel the tears crawling from my chest
I start to feel like I cant breath
I choke down the tears

Pills
I have to take pills now
they help
I'm not ashamed of it
though I'm scared
I'm scared that if I run out
I'm going to hurt myself...
But I won't. I need to have confidence in myself

Please seek help
suicide prevention hotline

1-800-273-8255

please seek help
https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org/
 Feb 2018 Isaac Spencer
Vale Luna
(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.
Forward: from the victims perspective.
Backward: from the murderers perspective.

This TOOK ME FOREVER TO WRITE
 Oct 2017 Isaac Spencer
mk
red roses
 Oct 2017 Isaac Spencer
mk
he bought her flowers
and i watched.

i'm thinking
back
to the time
when you tore
a flower
from
my own garden
and gave
it to me.

it felt like
a lot
like love.

i'm wondering
what it would be
like now that
you are
what's that word again?
independent
oh yeah
independent
i'm wondering
what it would be
like now
that you're independent

you have that car of yours
your own house
your own life
was i just too little
too late?

what she's getting now
is what i wanted
back then

were you
just too
little
too late
for me?

you grew up fast
just not fast enough
for me.

all grown up now, aren't you?
feels a whole lot like
i raised you.

i wasn't in it for the roses
i was in it for the love
but i'm finding
that roses
die
slower than love.

— The End —