When You Feel Like Taking Your Own Life
Published: 2005 Dec 05
Categories: Ars Poetica, Icarian
Yes I’ve been down that road.
You told me you held a knife
To your chest, and told
Me you tried to take your own life.
And meanwhile I slipped into emotional coma
From self-imposed solitary confinement,
Unable to figure out where death’s aroma
Is coming from, stirring excitement
In the prison of my mind.
And though I didn’t want to admit it,
The pain, as you’ll surely find,
Was trying to maintain love unrequitted,
And “giving you your personal space”
Turned into ignoring your presence,
What now I consider a grave mistake,
What time left is precious transience.
No you are not a burden onto me.
I choose to make time to help a friend,
And I hope to believe
That your life won’t ever end,
Because you’re not done yet on earth,
You’ve yet to spread the grace
That I find so attractive and worth
The chest pains of a heart race.
And though no tears run in my eyes,
And my banter of little solace
As it tries to reaffirm why
My eyes are calloused
From trying to stay awake,
I strain my body along
With each painful breath I take
To sing that sad song,
A song to remind me of who
Helped me find my name;
I chose life because of you,
And I wish you felt the same.
But life doesn’t go that way does it?
Love yourself first and foremost.
What I recall, oh what was it?
Take your life and those close
To you will have part of their lives
Taken away from them.
For every day you open your eyes,
Prove what you will say to them:
“I care for everyone…”
“I care for myself…”
“I care for you…”
I care for you too.
