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When I paint, I let go
dropping all expectation
without control
I use my knowledge
I use my soul

There is no wrong turn
I am sure of every movement
playing and loving each color
I blend and spray, dab and scratch
To reveal all truths

My emotions and convictions
Scream Out
Defying controls and lines
I am free
I am Free

My paints are keys
releasing me
This bridge was first a beacon,
A glowing light of hope
Taking me somewhere new
Letting me elope.

I trusted it, felt it,
Made it my home
But now the lights are fading
I'm once again alone

The bridge is old now
Worn away
With holes and rust
Its had it's day

I cannot stay here anymore,
My comforts changed,
My needs are more

But I know this bridge has brought me here,
Through dark nights of painful fear

I must be brave, depart and run
Whats up ahead is what I've won
If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of soldiers
shot before
they could return the favor.

If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it the blood
leaking down teenage arms
those that so dearly
want pain to end.

If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of those murdered
whose lives ended
without meaning.

If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood
of a broken heart
that doesn’t bleed,
but wishes it did.

If these petals are soaked in blood,
Then it is the blood left unspilled
that lives to let live
and dies only when death takes it
to soak these petals.
Thank you
For a world
Of kindness

Thank you
For your
Endless patience

Thank you
For your
Sensitive understanding

Thank you
For Your
Love
You think no one would care if you died? no one would notice. well you’re wrong. i would. and so would so many other people.

Okay listen here, even though this won’t matter in a week or even tomorrow I just want you to know that:

You are worth so much more than you think.

You were placed on this earth for a reason, everyone has a reason to live no matter how small it may be. There is always hope, there is always help. There is always something better to do than **** yourself.

If you died tonight by taking your own life you would affect so many. No don’t just say “Pfft, yeah right” because someone will.

What if tomorrow your best friend wakes up and you’re not there? Do you know how devastated they will be. They will blame themselves. What if they had talked to you a little longer that night? or finally told you that they love you? A million questions will race though their mind. They will blame themselves for therest of their life.

Your family don’t care either? They do. What happens when they find your body? They will shake your trying the wake you, but you never will. They will cry out for you, tell you to come back. They need you here, without you here? They are missing half of themselves. Their own blood dead. They also will blame it on themselves. What if I woke up earlier to get them out of bed? What did I do wrong as a parent? Why couldn’t they talk to me? The same million questions pestering them for the rest of their lives. How about burying their child before them, that is one of the worst things, out living your own child.

You probably think killing yourself is easy? It’s not. Bleeding out takes hours and it’s excruciating painful. Overdosing, if you don’t do it right you could mess up your organs forever. All the ways of killing yourself have a chance that they will not work and if they don’t you will live with those scars forever.

You’re probably going to blow this off and forget about it but can you at least remember that you are beautiful and you are worth so much more. please don’t take your life tonight or tomorrow or next week because if you survive this monster that eats away your mind everyday you will be able to tell your children and their children that..

**You survived.

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