How many times do we tell
People what they want to hear
When they ask how we’ve been
Will you use all the right words
You know they want to hear
All the while
You’re thinking about the day that
You don’t feel anything at all
When all you want to do is
Go home and point a loaded gun
Right where it hurts
Or maybe it’s a bottle of pills
Or something sharp
Maybe something dull cause, you want to feel it
How many times have you cried out
My God, My God why have you forsaken me
How many times have you thought
I don’t know where I’ll go after
Might not get better but it sure as shit can’t get worse
I don’t know what the answer is for you
But I know the gun, the pills, or something sharp
Aren’t the answer
The night is always darkest
Right in the middle,
In the thick of it
Between one day and the next
But I promise you one day that sun will start to rise
On a beautiful day
But depression and hopelessness
Are a temporary problem no matter how long
You’ve dealt with them
It’s like I love to say
It may pass like a Kidney stone but it’ll fucking pass
I promise you a permanent solution to
A temporary problem isn’t the answer
I’ve been there
Hell, I pointed the bottle of pills at my head
And pulled the trigger
And I could tell you
But you can’t imagine
That first breath from the edge of deaths chasm
You haven’t cried like that since you came
Out of your mother
The sweetness of that breath
The sudden realization that I wanted to live
Hard and bitter though it was
Nothing has ever compared to that
That’s not an incentive to try
But I promise you Life is worth it
Hard and bitter though it may be
The person you are when you come out the other side of it
Is worth it
You’ll be forever changed
If you’re feeling hopeless, please reach out to someone. https://988lifeline.org/ I can also be reached at jwfrancis2@mad-poet.com
Inspired by Evan Bartels Shotgun and my own experiences.
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