*Authors Statement: This poem may raise concerns, but I wrote it for my friend who was going through a difficult time. Things are better now. I’d like to share this poem to raise awareness and let people know that they’ll never be alone.
Laying in bed wishing I was dead
unable to decipher the thoughts in my head
like running water under the ice
boredom consumes me it’s grip like a vice
the tug of impulse at the roll of a dice
a minute decision freedom is nice
‘Just come to terms with it is their advice’
So when will I get the rest of my rights
‘Don’t act like you’re locked in a cage’
They hiss at me with their pent up rage
Meekly looking up and away-What if it is all untrue
and looking at me is looking at you
what do I see, please tell me
everyone says it’s the ugly truth
But that’s not what I see when I look at you
They won’t explain so neither will I
back to the feeling of wanting to die
sweet release, comforting fleece
Would there be a funeral? Who would come?
Remembering them with their lively dreams
guilt at the thought of tears making streams
she would miss me, and so would the others
bowing their heads and closing the shutters
To Iason
Ann Richards
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