Bless the Man crucified
Bless the slain Lamb
Bless He who bled
Bless God in flesh
Bless the Savior
Bless Jesus
He Lives

Why is it a constant thing
When something works fine
It gets changed?

I honestly couldn't help but laugh
At how we both end up broke from
Love.

Seven years we've known each other
You've gone through six boyfriends
None meant for you.

I've had not a single girlfriend yet
A complicated situation with one
I loved like you.

Now we're in the same boat
Scared to love because it hurt
Too deep to heal.

Most ****** up thing is
If I wasn't a *****
and you could trust me
We'd have forever together
But instead our love is a memory.

I don't think most people understand depression
                                                    ­                         suicide
                                                         ­                           PTSD
or the cycles that they come in as if they were tides.

People don't see past the smiles and laughter to the darkness within;
That you could be surrounded by love and feel okay
                                                            ­                            yet still be dead

That no matter how much comfort or peace you have it still gnaws away in the beck of your mind and chews a hole in your heart.

Cut wrists and suicide attempts aren't a cry for attention but for help;
does anybody out there hear me? see me? feel the way I feel? does anybody get that I am on the edge and losing it? why does nobody listen? why don't they take me serious? am I worth anything?

It disgusts me we execute the wounded and condemn their suffering;
Maybe they shouldn't feel the way they feel, but it's how they feel, so quit trying to tell them to stop feeling that way!
QUIT TRYING TO FIX THEM

Just be there... they need to know they aren't alone.