Imagine.
Imagine being in a room,
With crowds of people.
They're all laughing and chatting,
While you're just there, a lonely girl.
Imagine being ostracised,
And getting picked on by bullies.
You're always alone,
Never invited to parties.
Imagine you writing a poem,
Or a story that's originally yours.
Then someone comes and rips it off,
And receive a prize and applause.
Imagine being suffocated,
By all that's happened.
Bullies, problems, everything,
And your life's upended.
Imagine reaching for a razor,
A pair of scissors or a knife.
Fingering the unyielding blade,
And wanting to end your life.
Imagine running away,
Wanting to find the light.
You reach out to people, trying,
But no one understands your plight.
Imagine drowning in the cold black sea
While people are by the shore.
They refuse to lend a helping hand,
And you sink in futher more.
Imagine the icy water,
Swirling up your nostrils.
Darkness pulls from below,
Trapped, in its tendrils.
Imagine you struggling,
Desperately trying to break free.
Happiness is so close,
But it is not yours to be.
Imagine the protective walls,
You had so painstakingly built.
Slowly but surely, they begin to crumble,
Replaced by weights of guilt.
Imagine yourself so overwhelmed,
You don't know whose fault it is.
The others around you seem so perfect,
And darkness arrives with its deadly kiss.
Imagine burdening yourself
With all your friends' mishaps.
As if all the problems in the world
Could be solved with a thinking cap.
Imagine being emotionless,
Nothing affecting you.
And then suddenly it all comes rushing back,
Right out of the blue.
Imagine being swamped
With lethal doses of your emotions.
You're so confused, but the world goes by,
Unknowing, like poetry in motion.
Imagine the call of the rooftop,
The lull of the hangman's rope.
The invitation of those pills
The reminder of no hope.
Imagine you on the edge,
Waiting for your saviour.
But not one person arrives,
Not even the one you hold dear.
Imagine you jumping,
Turning, twisting, falling.
The wind rushing through your hair,
But the fall, the darkness, ends everything.
Now imagine you seeking help,
From a counsellor, a teacher, or a friend.
Things would not turn out this way
Or in your death its end.
Imagine if only all those people
Had thought to offer an apology.
Then they wouldn't be sitting there,
Listening to your eulogy.
