When I reach to you, will you help me?
When I get to tears, will you stay?
To comfort me and to guide me
Every step of the way?

I know that I'm not perfect
I know that I can be blind
But know that I'm still human
I need help to realize..

That I'm not a mistake to be with
I'm not a mistake to love
That I was never just chance to say
"I already experienced that" to everyone

That I'm not just another
That I'm actually someone worth a ****
Will you help me realize
That I can live a happy life?

Living broken in this empty room
And lying here alone..
I think about all the things
That make me feel forlorn

Will you be there to help me?
Will you be there to touch my heart?
To let it heal and grow again
With happiness for a start?

I know that I'm not wise
I know that I'm not strong
But maybe this time, with all your love
I can change my life with a lighter heart

Finally be convinced that all of me
Can be the person I always wanted to be
Can you please stay here and try?
Even just for a little while?

When I reach to you, will you help me?
When I get to tears, will you stay?
To comfort me and to guide me
Even just for a single day....

I promise you I don't want to **** myself
This isn't a letter saying goodbye
Not a poem blaming you for not seeing this coming
But sometimes
When I'm all alone
I sit in the bath just a little bit longer,
hoping and hoping I drift off to sleep
Or smoke three cigarettes
one after the other after the other
and hope my lungs get so filled with tar that I
stop breathing
Or stand dangerously close to the edge of a building
and close my eyes hoping the wind might *******
just hard enough to fall

It's easy to imagine
I know what everyone would say
How some people would cry
And some would secretly be glad
Some would feel guilt
Others sorrow
And in about a week it wouldn't matter

But I want to matter
Whether it be to just my mom
Or the man I helped cross the street
I want to matter

And so I tuck those thoughts deeper in the closet
And I step away from sharp objects and steep edges
And I sit and write poetry
Poetry will be the death of us all
Anyway