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A Child Who Lost It All
Why didn’t you take him back?
Just because he was something he shouldn’t have been
It’s not his fault
It’s his higher ups
It makes me really sad
To know that he went back
To where he used to be
To the way he used to be
The bad place
The bad way
And not taken back in
To where he should have been
The whole time
Safe and sound in your arms
You had a second chance to have him back
After losing track of him
But you stabbed him in the back
Just because he was something he shouldn’t have been
How do you think he felt
When his hope was shut out
Maybe he wanted to start over
He worked hard to come back
To where he is supposed to be
But you showed that you don’t care
And put him back to where it all started
The path of death and horror
Back to being
A child soldier
I wrote this in memory of Mambu, a child soldier in the Sierra Leone war who was rejected by his family even after he was rehabilitated. He was a friend of Ishmael Beah, the author of A Long Way Gone. It’s a must read.
Don't you get that
Death is permanent
Don’t you get that?
If you do
Then why?
Why push me
Towards it?
Ignoring me
Pushing me away
Punching and kicking
Calling me names
That hurts so much
Acting like you care
Only to dump me at a fair
Death is the end
So why do you want me to end
If you don’t then stop
Because you’re making
My life end short
But you don’t realize
Until the deed is done
Death is permanent
Don’t you get that?
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
Can see me
Hey!
I'm right here
Can’t you see me?
Did you think I didn’t hear
That you don’t really care
But can’t you see that I can
Can’t you see my pain…
My misery
Can’t you see me calling out
Calling out in need
I’m trying to tell you
What I really need
Can’t you see me
Me in need
Of a savior
A hero
I’m a damsel in distress
I need saving
But no one
Can see me
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
Just a Thing
Why?
Why me?
What did I ever do
To make you be so cruel
My life isn't a plaything
Nor is it a game
I am a living breathing thing
So why are you hurting me?
Did I do this to you!?
Because I don't recall a thing
All I asked for
Was your support
Someone I could lean on
A shoulder to cry on
Someone to talk to
But you all left me in
The dust
Just because of a stupid bust
Is that really all I am to you?
A plaything?
Something to make you feel better
While I'm trapped in the gutter?
I'm not a friend
Just a thing
So I guess it won't matter
If I put my head on a platter
I really don't want to
But I don't know what to do
You've taken everything
Because i relied on you
But I'm just a thing
A thing that is
Stupid
Ugly
Not cool
Ect.
But I'm not
I'm....
Beautiful
Funny
Playful
A Good Listener
A somebody
Not a nobody
But to you
I'm just a thing
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
Lost
Hello?
Are you there?
Cause I need to talk
Before my time is up
I can't stop thinking
That my end is here...
I really don't want to go
But where else do I go?
Do I forget and forgive
When they don't
Do I move
I feel so lost
I've lost everything…
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
Are you there?
Cause I need to talk
Before my time is up
I can't stop thinking
That my end is here...
I really don't want to go
But where else do I go?
Do I forget and forgive
When they don't
Do I move
I feel so lost
I've lost everything…
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
A Friend
I've lost everything
But all I need is one thing
A person
A friend
Somebody
Who can listen
And help me through
'Cause I don't know
What to do
But I just need one thing
To put me back on tract
A friend
A true friend
A best friend
Who'll listen
And know
When I'm about to fall
That’s why I'm calling out
Can you hear my cry
Please let me know
If you can hear my call
Before I go…
I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them
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