Not a suicide kid
Time stands still
Waiting for my child
To pick her up from her school.
Locked out
I’m no fool
Schools not meant to be cool.
Just another institution
Similar to a prison.
My constitution was made to rebel
For a cause
Less
Waiting around on top.
Never thought I’d glimpse a shadow of my former self -over the hill.
Curse these minutes.
Frozen into a state of blissful ignorance.
Wrapped up into a stationary kit.
Sigh
Sudden bowel movements
I feel ill.
Bad
humour
lost to a
desolate
sky.
Simmer into another ghetto outfit
Sparse Sunshine shimmer flecks
Until my skin unravels into motion.
For this moment
I’m not a suicide kid.
Instead, I’m knocked out
By a dead dong ringer
Them there eyes
Catch sight of her eyes.
How they glimmer!
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Posted on Sep 2, 2021, in POETRY and tagged Beliefs, Creativity, Emotions, humanity, mental health awareness, POETRY, suicide awareness. Bookmark the permalink. 9 Comments.
Wow this is deep. I like it.
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Really? Wow, thank youbspnmich forcreadinh. I was in a bad place & writing myself out of it. Lovely to meet you
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I’m sorry to hear that. I understand how you feel. I was in a bad place last year.
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Hey, I feel you. The most important thing is that you are here now. Talking about it and writing helps. Hugs to you 🤗
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Thank you for understanding! You’re so sweet. Sending hugs back to you. 🙂
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome!
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“Until my skin unravels into motion.” What an incredible line! Nice work on this piece
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Hey, thanks so much for that. Hoep you are well?
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