Little kid,
look at what you do.
Don't destroy your skin,
please.. don't do.
It's gonna be alright,
one day.
Not tonight,
nor today.
But I know,
it's gonna be.
And you'll again be
happy, alright and free.
Just put the razor down
and sit down on the bed.
Take a deep breath
and think about the words I said.
You may not believe them,
you may not care.
Listen little child,
I'm always there.
Yeah there,
down where your heart beats.
Always think
that you're not alone, at least.
I'll never leave,
I really won't.
But child don't cut,
please don't.
Take one more deep breath
and close your eyes.
Imagine something beautiful,
something nice.
Do you feel better?
You don't, right?
I told you child ,
it's not gonna be tonight.
But someday
it will.
Someday when you climb,
the depression hill.
You'll stand at the top,
laughing out loud.
About how happy you are
that the freaking way you finally found.
You'll be happy,
you'll be free.
Just wait little child,
you'll see.
YOU ARE READING
The Walk
PoetryThe walk through my life. Through the points where i feel down to feeling good and back again. Warning: These poems may be depressing, suicidical and sad. These poems are usually related to what i feel and what is going through my mind.
