I’ve been fighting for myself lately If it were you it would drive you crazy All of the battles I’ve voluntarily fought Have saved you from becoming distraught Death has a way of knocking you down Mental health & hate being thrown around I’ve kept my cool and gotten things done Yet I stay strong and keep my head on On this day, my journey has only begun (But alas, my battle I have finally won)
Mental hospital doors swing open The strap you down and feed you pills Doctor labels your forehead BI POLAR Admin sends your family all the bills You get released during a pandemic No follow up care ignites all your fears You continue to write down your bible You’ve been writing all these years Writings of your own justified suicide How your holy ways are the sacrifice You claim visions of the past and future You hear voices in the middle of the night
You take your fathers gun
and drive away
Never to return home again...
Your sister who lives so far away Never got to see you after your stay Never got the chance to say goodbye Now she sits on your bed and cries
Your sister finds your suicide notes Filled with angry and feverish haste
I see your gaze in the eyes of the deceased. They cry my tears at the burials. I touch your face every time I embalm. I smooth your clothes every time I dress bodies. You are my reason.You engulf my practice. You have etched your face onto every urn and every casket.