This isn't a poem, just a letter for anyone who cares of the poetess Nicole dawn... Whether you know her or not, she wrote a simple poem yet saddening titled- ( goodbye) all the poem said is " I'm done" ... So for any one who has read this please try messaging her, and support her.. There's another poet, human being. And more importantly a soul's life on the line.. And I see this daily.. Not just with miss dawn but with so many other poet's, who aren't just writing what other poet's consider "depressing poetry". Simply its a suicide note.. Yet others didn't seem to know this. And others may see poems like that daily.. But instead of skipping the poem, remember half of you who were down and out and lonely at one time , and maby suicide even crossed your mind. Wouldn't you want someone there? Some may say no, only due to the fact misery speaks that to one, and demons are good at tempting people to not want to live anymore, though fact is even those that say no I wouldn't want help, NONSENSE!!! we're all soul's, we cry out. We laugh, we love, many cry, some hurt. Some are tortured by very real demons ( not just something in ones head or in stories ) this is reality what's going on.. So instead of passing the next poem you read saying ( goodbye) how about messaging the person saying that, and put aside your issues for the day, and give your self to another.. And your time to them for one second, love is the answer. Not selfishness, not wantonness, not greed. Or all about us. It's about that person's poem you read ( goodbye) the soul you passed by. The poet, a poet like you. That you passed by.... Please give Nicole dawns poem a look. And message her. Because surely, any dying soul would respect and maby still be alive from your message... Thanks for reading, and btw, God wants us to help another, listen to another,love another... Not ****** another with words, or hatred, or envying, or back talking. We can choose to help another, which helps your soul, or we can burden our own souls, and turn away from another soul, that could be you...

God bless,
Brandon Nagley

I don't know myself
Do I even care?
I hope that I do
Nobody is going to care for me
No one is going to take my hand
And lead me where I need to go
Nobody is going to tell me I'm
Making the wrong choices
And I need to to make better decisions
I try to do the opposite of what
I've always done but that in itself is difficult
My first instinct is to make a mess out of things
Hurt the ones who really mean a lot to me
I don't even know if I appreciate life
That it would better if I just die
But I trudge the road of confusion
Because I don't know how to live right
Would it be better if I gave in
Surrendered to a better source?
I believe it would help my thinking head
Always racing thoughts of past mistakes I've done and said
Not only that, it's delusional most of the time
All I want to do is to be able to feel fine
Someone told me to have self respect
Hell, I don't even know what that is
I have too much contempt for people
Not a good place to be in my mind
Though nobody is going to help me live right
And take my hand during the day and night
And show me a better way to live then what I've been doing
No, I better start caring or I am a dead man
I don't want to die and people say he was an *******