the suicidal teen's anthem

i tried to tell the moon goodnight,

 

but the words were stuck in the back of my mind

 

unable to escape from behind

 

the lump in my throat.

 

i tried to keep myself from crying, but

 

goodnight sounds too much like goodbye, and

 

sleeping feels too much like dying, and

 

i am a bit too ready for both.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world

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I hope you're okay. 

You're not alone with your thoughts. 

 

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