“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.