I am lying in bed staring at the white ceiling.
I see its cracks and crevaces of almost a hundred years gone by.
The lonely sountrack of a soul felt song in the background.
I remove the fake lenses covering my vision.
Everything burrs a little,
But suddenly those painful cracks in the structure of which i live.
Dull and blend in with what is around them.
The sound of the song dies as it ends.
I am left in a serene silence.
I can see nothing,
I can hear nothing,
But my heartbeat going to the beat of my life.
Reminding me... I am alive today
Because a stranger saw the death in my eyes.
They saw it just like everyone did,
But they acted upon it.
They stopped me from taking just another step towards that edge.
But the thing is... Is I was already on the edge.
A nuse hung limply around my neck.
Or a gun pointed at my head.
Just another dozen pills.
One minute, meager step, and There would have never been a poem called Strangers.
And yet here I am putting in for the long haul home.
There ain't one thing that is gonna slow me down on this mountain may path.
A/N: Hey ladies and gents. I wanted to let you guys know that I love every person who reads this... Again EVERY SINGLE FREAKING ONE OF YOU!!! As someone who has previously fought the temptation of suicide for several years... I want to let you know that even if we are just strangers... Let me know in my comment box and I will do my best to help you. Catch all yinz later <3 :-D