Acceptng Reality
how do you say?
hey i'm suicidial,
i need help?
it not that easy,
and yet it even worse to hold,
a secert so deep,
but, it seems worse letting it out,
is it a cry for help?
but, it so scary to say,
can't accept the conquences
that comes along with,
reaveling all of the hurt and pain,
i know it not a game,
but i'll give anything to feel this way,
if you only knew,
what i go through,
than you would understand,
everything i'm saying,
and why i wanted it this way,
but, day by day,
i see another side of things,
and what it seem to bring,
makes me stop and wonder,
there is more to life than what i am seeing,
i just have to find ways to change,
because one thing i do know is,
i'm sick of suicide seeming like,
the last choice to change life.
Copyright © 2009
5-4-09
poem by Mona Martinez
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