I wrote this for a book of poetry to help prevent suicide.
You Made it Through
No affection and an empty heart.
Enveloped by individuals
Whom put you down.
Self-love slips through your fingers.
Searching for the place
Where you belong.
Realizing maybe that place
Merely resides in your mind.
Everyone around seems so malicious.
You cannot carry on much longer.
Your soul ripped to pieces.
There is merely one way to be set free
From this suffering.
Returning to the love of all things.
Fleeing home to God.
You must release the hopelessness in your mind.
You don’t know how!
It’s not definite.
The worry is awfully strong
You long for calm and peace of mind.
Your life rests in your occupied hands.
Be deeper than those around you.
Find tranquility in a place where you do not belong.
The Angels escort you to the help you need.
Hope serves to help the soul stop bleeding.
Work your way through the pain.
You are not to blame.
In the end, you will find
You were stronger than all of them.
You did not commit suicide.
You found a way
To overcome the pain.
It is your own life you gained.
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