A Child Who Lost It All

Why didn’t you take him back? Just because he was something he shouldn’t have been It’s not his fault It’s his higher ups It makes me really sad To know that he went back To where he used to be To the way he used to be The bad place The bad way And not taken back in To where he should have been The whole time Safe and sound in your arms You had a second chance to have him back After losing track of him But you stabbed him in the back Just because he was something he shouldn’t have been How do you think he felt When his hope was shut out Maybe he wanted to start over He worked hard to come back To where he is supposed to be But you showed that you don’t care And put him back to where it all started The path of death and horror Back to being A child soldier I wrote this in memory of Mambu, a child soldier in the Sierra Leone war who was rejected by his family even after he was rehabilitated. He was a friend of Ishmael Beah, the author of A Long Way Gone. It’s a must read.

Don't you get that

Death is permanent Don’t you get that? If you do Then why? Why push me Towards it? Ignoring me Pushing me away Punching and kicking Calling me names That hurts so much Acting like you care Only to dump me at a fair Death is the end So why do you want me to end If you don’t then stop Because you’re making My life end short But you don’t realize Until the deed is done Death is permanent Don’t you get that? I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them

Can see me

Hey! I'm right here Can’t you see me? Did you think I didn’t hear That you don’t really care But can’t you see that I can Can’t you see my pain… My misery Can’t you see me calling out Calling out in need I’m trying to tell you What I really need Can’t you see me Me in need Of a savior A hero I’m a damsel in distress I need saving But no one Can see me I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them

Just a Thing

Why? Why me? What did I ever do To make you be so cruel My life isn't a plaything Nor is it a game I am a living breathing thing So why are you hurting me? Did I do this to you!? Because I don't recall a thing All I asked for Was your support Someone I could lean on A shoulder to cry on Someone to talk to But you all left me in The dust Just because of a stupid bust Is that really all I am to you? A plaything? Something to make you feel better While I'm trapped in the gutter? I'm not a friend Just a thing So I guess it won't matter If I put my head on a platter I really don't want to But I don't know what to do You've taken everything Because i relied on you But I'm just a thing A thing that is Stupid Ugly Not cool Ect. But I'm not I'm.... Beautiful Funny Playful A Good Listener A somebody Not a nobody But to you I'm just a thing I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them

Lost

Hello?

Are you there?

Cause I need to talk

Before my time is up

I can't stop thinking

That my end is here...

I really don't want to go

But where else do I go?

Do I forget and forgive

When they don't

Do I move

I feel so lost

I've lost everything…

I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them

A Friend

I've lost everything But all I need is one thing A person A friend Somebody Who can listen And help me through 'Cause I don't know What to do But I just need one thing To put me back on tract A friend A true friend A best friend Who'll listen And know When I'm about to fall That’s why I'm calling out Can you hear my cry Please let me know If you can hear my call Before I go… I have written this in the point of view of a person who is suicidal, so that you get a taste of what it feels like to them