Therapy Stories Pt 3 - VYN15 (su...

(i wrote this for a friend long ago,she's a girl,feeling suicidal)

(she used to tell me stories about herself,but i didnt see her in a year)

(but i remember most things so i packed them here to help....)

(but i wanted to share it with yall too)

 

A dark square room,

Walls looking at you dead in the eyes.

Lifeless body in a tomb—

All you hear through music is your own cries.

Everything crashing down.

You don’t know who you are.

The cloud above your head—

Showering regret from high afar.

Are you a disappointment?

Are you weak for letting yourself descend?

Do you even know what I meant

By the last glimpse of my pen?

Is this a place you want to be in?

If you want to change—

Where do you begin?

Chase your heart…

Chase a beacon.

Do you want to die?

If yes—

Is that a lie?

Do you want to go with no goodbye?

Do you want to see

The sun rise and set,

A happy new pet,

Ice cream on a hot day,

Watching clouds drift away?

Listen to some epic music,

Getting hit by a cupid.

Floating in water, on your back—

Just staring at the sky.

Singing at the top of your lungs

With friends on a random night.

There are so many things to do

Before you die.

Being wrapped in a warm bed,

Getting sick—and being fed.

Sand beneath your toes,

flashbacks of the dress you chose.

Your favorite food and its scent,

All the advice you ever lent,

All the good times that came and went…

all the memories with you and your grandma

all the roses that were hand-drawn

the laughs in the back-seat of class

and the way you laughed every time i asked

"how does it feel being a wonderful person"

being the blessing through all these curses

everything was digging down on the surface

but your ribcage is like a furnace

melting a heart like candy

its deformed sadly

but dont be,because whats underneath is what matters

look at it,a palace,holes as windows,pumping solace

the furnace cant hurt you anymore

all you've got to do is accept who you are

your my friend,my only friend,your apart of me

your new found palace pumps hope into these

eyes and ears,so no more cries and screams

There’s too much left for you to feel,

Too much time for you to heal.

So if I don’t reply,

And no one is there to do you right—

Remember…

There are many things just for you.

So don’t die.