I can go for days at a time,
sometimes even weeks,
feeling great or even just okay.  

But then,
outta nowhere and for no good reason at all,
I just want to pull the trigger.  
And it comes and it goes just like that
(that being snapping fingers).  

I wonder if that's what happened
with that girl who shot herself
in traffic in Chesapeake yesterday?  
Was it one of those moments of weakness,
a millionteenth traffic ticket
on top of an end of a relationship cake,
dipped in confusion about her
newly discovered ****** preference
that she'd covered up all of her life?  
Was she in a program?  

Sometimes...
even if it's just for a split second...
I know her.  

Sometimes...
I am her and she is me
and all either of us really need
is a hug,
a kiss on the top of the head or on a cheek,
and a breathy whisper in our ear from
someone
anyone
who would tell us
"It's gonna be okay, child...
Everything is gonna be alright...."