Light

Put that bottle down,
it's not worth it
and you're going to drown.

That sharp edge
has no reason to find your wrist.
Why not?
A thousand reasons I could list.

We've so much more to live for,
so much more to gain.
How do we fight for what we believe in,
if we can't live through the pain?

Ending it now
is the easy way out.
So prove them wrong,
and come out of the fog.

How will you find love
if you're watching from above?

And how will you live
if there's no way for you to give?

Would you leave this world behind?
Leaving everyone else here
without you
blind?

Is it so bad
you just need out?
Then get out.
No one's keeping you here
you're just harboring doubt.

There's light at the end of the tunnel,
you just have to see it.
Open your eyes instead of the hate
then you might admit.

There's another way,
one not so permanent.
You just don't want to take it
so keep you'll just keep popping that 'supplement'.

I want you to make you listen,
but there's no way I can.
Put down the razor,
and give me your hand.

That bullet doesn't have your name inscribed,
those pills aren't prescribed.

I am sick of seeing you so sick,
so stand up out of the dirt
or not.
Take your pick.

I'll write 'love' on your arms,
to stop the harm.

I'll take the nightmares
so the burden we can share.

I can empathize and sympathize,
as long as you know

you

are

not

alone.

Those pills,
that razor,
the bullet,
are not your friends,
If you want to find out,
ask who would miss you
if you pulled it.

You see my point,
but you can't point.
Blaming someone
or yourself
only adds more problems to the shelf.

We've sat down here
in our sad feelings long enough.
It's time to get better,
but the healing I won't rush.

I'll wait days,
months,
years,
if it means I can see that smile again
between those ears.