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Believing in Hope
I’m swimming in tears,
I’m drowning in time,
How can I find a way
to fight these fears of mine?
I don’t want to give up,
but how can I breathe?
I open my mouth,
but the words won’t come out.
No one can help me.
One foot in heaven
One foot in hell
There’s no path for me.
I can’t live on without some clarity.
Will I be missed?
I don’t want to leave.
What about the people who love me?
I want to grow up,
but there’s nothing for me.
One step closer to becoming a ghost
I’ve nearly lost all hope.
The road is clouded with smoke.
What is in front of me?
My path to destiny or
a train coming right for me
ready to whisk me away from reality.
My family, I’d leave them in tears.
We love you, We’re right here.
I don't want to stay,
when the years are unclear.
How can I find my way
in this cloud of tears?
Is somebody out there,
to show me the way?
I’m not strong enough
to clear the path
of these road blocks I cannot pass.
You will be missed,
you just can’t leave.
We have to grow up,
there’s so much for you and me.
Put down the blade.
Pick up the phone.
Call the people you love,
tell them you’re coming home.
Don't believe in ghosts,
instead believe in hope.
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This poem was based on real emotion from personal experiences. I want people who have directly felt these emotions, indirectly felt these emotions or from past expirences to hear these emotions in word form. I want this poem to speak awareness for depression and sucidial thoughts. It is so common, yet it isn't talked about. This poem's purpose is for readers to know that feelings of depression and sucide are serious and real emotions commonly felt feelings in our society, but in the end with time things will get better. Everyone has a purpose, but sometimes we need the help of loved ones to get us through hard times.