Suicide was never the answer to your temporary problems
And now I read about your death through the newspaper columns
" teen boy found dead with suicide letter..."
I believed you when you said you were feeling better...

This poem is for the suicidal boys that never get recognized
Suicide is never the right thing to idolize!
Put down the razor, or your item of torture
You get pushed passed your limits, and it hurts, sure...
But that doesn't mean you can't make it through your temporary problem
Do you really want to be idolized through the newspaper column?

If I fall
I doubt anyone would care

And if they did,
They'd probably be
Relieved

Not concerned

More of a
"Finally,
She's gone"
Sort of thing

Not a
"Oh no,
She's slipping"
Sort of thing

But if for some odd reason
You see me falling
And want to help

Just walk away
Just let me fall

You can't catch me
I'm too heavy
From the weight of
Lies and regrets

We would both fall then
And it would be my fault

So if you see me falling
Follow your instinct,
*And just walk away

My dear,
You don't even know
How much my thoughts are
Painted
With you.








*******.

I have a knack
For putting babies to sleep
No one knows how
Or why

But I have a
Slight idea

I believe
That babies
Can hear my
Invisible tears
When no one else can

And they mistake that
For the sound of
Soothing rain
And that is why they sleep

We all have secrets,
building walls that close us in.
We allow fear and pain
to stand as sentinels;
and like prisoners with
Stockholm Syndrome
we believe they protect.
When in fact~
they are gatekeepers,
wardens-
keeping us locked in our
secret closets.
Leaving our closet
is one of life's hardest challenges.
From telling the one you love -
you cheated
to openly admitting sexuality.
The secret closets
bind,
choke,
enslave
until we face the fear,
and deal with the pain....for
A closet is no place for a person