“Who’s that?” they say
When they hear my name
“I almost forgot him.”
My life was good, for a while
Then a wrong step was taken
By others or me, I do not know
Step by step, my life became worse
I retreated into myself, thinking I could handle it
Alone
“Oh really?” they say
When they hear what I tried
“I’m not surprised.”
Wrist scarred, neck bruised
Failed attempts due to ignorance
Not lack of want
They sent me away to get help
But no one understood
Me
“Hello.” He said
Another one I thought
“Let’s get you new feet.”
“Why should I get you back to normal?” he said
“When normal is what caused this?
Why go back to a life not worth living?
What is something you have not done?”
“Why?” I asked
“To try it.” He said
“In Europe!” they exclaimed
At the new gossip
“Skydiving too?”
The first thing did not help
Nor the second
But then I found
In somewhere I had not looked
The strong heartbeat of my
Life
“Why go back to the same story?” he said
“When you know how it ends. Instead,
Try something new.”
A friend of mine is mourning someone who committed suicide.
I wish I could have given that person the same advice the speaker of my poem got.