by Seth Davidoff
I’m not suicidal
I just don’t want to live It’s as simple as that. And I end up cutting.
People taunt People tease People ask “why?”
But they never spare a second To try and understand
I have problems
But the people who don’t understand Will never understand
Because they don’t want to understand.
They ask with the intention to wound.
To open up the cuts they so audaciously question me about And pour salt into those wounds.
They don’t care.
People who care don’t ask. They understand.
And no matter how much I’m hurting on the inside, I will always spare a second to understand,
I will never stop caring.
I will never stop lending out a hand, Even if I lose my hand in the process.
At least I left a mark. A good mark.
Unlike those who don’t care. Unlike those who will never care. Unlike those who left a mark.
Yes, they left a mark. But a bad one.
One that lingers in the back of one’s mind as they ponder… “Is tomorrow worth living for?”
But even if tomorrow isn’t worth living for, Someone in it is.
Think of the person you hate most to see hurt. And if you can’t live for yourself,
Live for me.
Because it hurts to hear of the countless people who end their lives,
The countless people who gave up waiting for life to get better It will get better.
And I will see you tomorrow.
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