i owe my life to so many
ready to do the deed and end it all
now im up to my nose in debt that will never be collected
they took the bottle of pills out of my hand
untied the rope around my neck
pulled me off of the bridge's railing
they've done all this without asking for anything in return
and everything insides me begs them to ask for some form of payment
the "thank you so much's" and "you saved my life's" have become too cliche to mean anything
so we sing their songs and play their CDs, the disks almost as scratched as our scarred skin
wear their shirts to find other people like us
and give gratitude to the ones who built this community and safe haven for us
some of the messages reaching them
but not enough
i owe you
YOU ARE READING
Poetry?
Poetryuh just feelings vomited onto a page, some dredged up from my school docs accnt. maybe it's semi-good. just basic teenage boy angst. enjoy if you want. heads up, some // n o t f u n v i b e s// ahead
