Like the unforgivable night,
Like the dark thoughts running in my mind,
Like the bone chilling cold,
Like the last breath it stole,
Like the last chance to survive,
Like there is no other way to life,
Why does everything have to be this way?
Why can I not say what I want to say?
Why do I have to change to fit in?
Why do I have to fight for freedom?
Why won’t I have a chance at happiness?
Why is is so difficult to feel less worthless?
An estranged whimper escapes my tongue,
A street of strangers stares me down,
Some politely offer help,
I reject and deny again.
I appreciate your kindness but it could not accommodate me.
I run towards the only peace I know,
The bells sing an hour has gone.
I race up to the helping hands,
Only to be chased away by ants.
Next came the statue of peace,
Where dead soldier lies with liberty.
I can only think back to the time,
Where my friend and I sat discussing life.
Now I am here all alone,
Discussing life on my own.
An old man walks by twice,
Maybe the third time he would ask me why?
It turns my weak bladder control,
Sent me sprinting for toilet rolls.
A half hour left until it close,
A half hour for somewhere to go.
When seven came,
I went back home.
Scared and frightened,
More than before.
When nine came,
I walk in the dark,
An hour long,
All sixty minutes of luck.
When midnight came,
I wrote this down.
Hoping someday possibly one day,
I will never have to count.
When you have nothing left, you will always have hope.
It is the everything in the nothingness you’ll ever need.