This is a poem for those that think we have it easy,
So I'm giving you warning. These verses may make you queasy
Mom, had you wondered why I took up writing
My feelings down in metered rhyming?
It's because there have been days when I desired dying
Days where I had to put on a brave face, and continue silently crying
There were nights that I couldn't bear to see the morning Sun
Fighting my insecurities and trying to iron out my flaws, I felt like I was the only one
There were times when I fell into a hole and all anybody did was laugh or make fun of me
So I dug the hole deeper because no one wanted my company

There were days when I was sure I wasn't good enough
For anybody to care about or even consider knowing, my living was for naught
But every single time that desire became too great.
When I held that knife to my wrist or throat and my heart began to race
A voice in the back of my head would say
"Brandon, what would your mother think,
If she walked in and saw you bleeding in the sink?"

So I forced myself to get up and keep going, at the very least for your sake
And it wasn't easy with somebody judging or criticizing every step that you take
I'd have thought that saying, "I've taken 19 years of life what more can you bring?"
Would be enough to make the angels in heaven sing
But I guess I was wrong, like in Bart gets an F
No matter how hard I tried it seems like my destiny is to never know happiness, like at the bottom of a well.
So thank you Lord, for keeping me with a reasonable portion of health
And thank you mom, for keeping me going through my own personal Hell.