It was two years ago

When my parents heard I had suggested a shotgun

With no phone, I changed to change my life

I got out of my pajamas and into jeans

I was going to the hospital

And only by lies did I manage not to

 

It was two years ago

And my arms were sore with sharp pain

My breath was always so ragged

The world was weary

The way I saw things was redundant

And my parents didn’t know I pondered pills

 

It was two years ago

With the stress of school pushed suicide

A harsh word that I hated

When all I desired was sleep, I needed it forever

It was all I could think about

Suicide – a permanent sleep

 

It was two years ago

When I pushed away my friends

Yet they pushed back

Saying nothing, but a presence of comfort

Constant, though like the mainland near my island

A shadow to support me

 

It was two years ago

And this year I graduate

From the school that gave me anxiety

 

It was two years ago

My scars are almost gone

With just the trace of sembelance there

 

It was two years ago

And I still get tired

But I look forward to the next day

 

It was two years ago

And those people still stand by my side

Now very much there and not a shadow

 

It was two years ago

When I thought that nothing would ever look up

But just like everything that goes up must go back down

All that is down must one day rise