You were cut, but I'm still bleeding. You got hit; I'm the one reeling. Could I have done more? Did I think myself a friend? Did you think me a passerby? But it was us; it was both: Not just you, but also I.
"You can't even imagine," thought you. "But I can empathize," thought I. Unspoken pain, smiling façade; I would take some of your darkness If you're willing to take my light.
This is us; it is both: Not just you, but also I.
A friend called me saying that he was thinking of suicide. He said: "I thought that maybe anyone of those people who might show up at my funeral would be willing to listen to me. I called you because I knew you'd be in the front row." It helped him to know that he wasn't alone. You are not alone. Reach out. We're here. We'll listen. We'll help.
This sentence has no meaning. I might as well rip it from my notebooks And my mind.
How pompous of me to believe meaning could ever be constructed from Nothing.
Nothing by all means.
Is this existential? I'm writing it for a certain type of audience. It's in line with my whole suicide prevention ideas - or trying to convince people that they have self worth when they feel nothing at all.
Sitting among the headstones. The Oklahoma sun shines down on me. Birds sing their afternoon song. They have no use for reverence. Underneath, you are changing. A hostile heart is becoming something new. The cool grass sways near me. Ants assume dutiful work. My mind wanders, as is frequently the case. I miss you. Longing for second chances, A monologue is started for no one. It may be meant for me; Something to put a restless mind at ease. Searching for second chances. Redemption that will never come. The time spent here is important. Another trip may not be within me. Circumstances will lead me away, But my heart is changing. All because you are here.
'Always Sleep With Your Shoes On' Series... #2 2 out of 3.
You're in bed covering each ear, as beer bottles break when W thrown against A L L You're just a kid, not sure which one got hit again, Ears covered so you don't know who hollered out in pain, Another hot night without any air so your body is bare, except at age six you got your shoes on in a quick fix, Sure enough, it's 3 a.m, Once again you hear daddy yell at mommy to get the kid and nothing else then he pushes you both out the house and D O W N the steps. Always sleep with your shoes on your feet, getting comfortable is not worth the risk.
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