Dying since birth, my first day on this Earth, was a choice that I never did choose.

I’ve walked and I’ve walked, with the holes in my socks, and nobody has stepped in my shoes.

We’re all quite the same, on these dusty dry plains, yet we socially distance from fear.

I scream from four corners of padded white walls, nobody will lend me an ear.

My roots are well planted, my soil is quite dry, my leaves are all starting to grey.

There’s only some years, some months and some days till my minutes lose seconds, but hey.

The universe told me while showing me how, to give out my light to all souls.

I listened intently, and gave it my best, I even exceeded my goals.

As seconds they pass into minutes and days, I feel like the time is quite near.

I turn up the heat and the flames and the fire, and let go of all of my fear.

I have things to teach, to write and create, I have spark inside of my heart.

It’s increasingly harder for me to be happy, I feel like I’m falling apart.

-Anonymous Nobody

*If you battle with suicidal thoughts, please seek proper help or find an outlet for your hurt. Keep the ones you love close, and don’t leave them behind. Keep your thoughts as thoughts. Action is permanent.