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Dec 2015
The hole begins so small
But then it starts to grow
It gets deeper and widens
To what end no one can know

No one knows the pain
That's felt when you're alone
The darkness becomes a friend quiet but for a moan

Surrounded by friends
But no one is close by
And all you want
is to lay down and die

To put on a smile when you're nothing but empty
And still make people think you're full of vigor and peppy

It tires you out day after day
And all you want is for someone to say

Hey I know you,
don't you dare lie
I can see in your face
You're​ ready to die

Then with vigor you speak
And release it all out,
fight the sadness and the pain
You're ready to let loose with a shout

But no one comes up
You're still all alone
Instead of looking for help
You decide to just go home

How does the cycle end
Only one of two ways
Find help get a friend
Or your life you could end

Ask yourself this question as you go to sleep tonight
Was there someone I met that needed help in their fight

Can I go out and do better
Listen to someone and care
Is there someone who's hopeless
Who just needs me to be there?

People are committing suicide and dying everyday
It's about time we stepped up smiled and said hey

To be a friend to the hurting, the alone and the abused
About time we stepped up
The gifts of God be used

To be the reason someone's still here and alive today
And all because we sat down and listened to what they had to say

It doesn't take much
Just a good attitude
A willing heart, a lending hand
To help change a depressed mood
I wrote this poem after I had attended a course through my Fire Dept. on PTSD and how to deal with it/handle patients with it.
Ryan Long
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Ryan Long  30/M/Indiana
(30/M/Indiana)   
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