If you are a suicide survivor
Inbox me your name
And I’ll add it to my tattoos of others

You guys mean the world to me
And I have my own name on my arm
Because I too, am a suicide survivor.

i like to watch the snow falling down on me
falling from the sky so gentle and so free
spreading all around pure and so white
landing on the roof tops lighting up the night

spreading like a blanket spreading all around
falling from above falling to the ground
such a peaceful feeling that it brings to me
warms my heart inside makes me feel so free

falling on the trees that are standing tall
catching all the snow as it begins to fall
makes life all worthwhile way that it should be
spreading all around for all the world to see

i have made music for my poem too
view on link https://youtu.be/S7L7pY6rBng
share if you wish

I believe that love
Will always win
In all circumstances

I let the flames burn, and I taste the morning.

I let the smoke rise, and it joins the taste of the morning.

I let the heat cook through my skin, the saturation reach its peak, and now I taste the morning.

The tangibly sweet anguish of an evening well spent is on my lips, down my throat, throughout my being...

I let the spark ignite,
and so I must taste the morning.

They said
“You get back what you put out”
I said
“I love you”