The long way home
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- Age 18
It's raining outside now, the tiny drops glistening on your windshield
We sit in your car, the tiny space between us feels like the vast area between the earth and it's magnetic-field
'Are you cold?' I ask you, as I see you shiver
'It's the emptiness,' you reply.
This abyss of nothingness, it is not living
It is darkness and drowning and gasping for air
I want an end to this emptiness; before it cosumes me
This is not living.
'My dear girl,' I say. don't ever say that you feel hopeless
The world is many things; but it can be defeated
You sigh and you take my hand
We walk hand-in-hand and out into the post-rain sunshine
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My poem earnestly hopes to reach out to teens, who are suicidal or deliberately harming themselves. I want them to know that I get it, sometimes you try really hard to push the darkness away, but, it holds fast.
I want them to know that ending their lives isn't the last resort when all else has failed. If anything, it is admitting that the darkness has won and that you've hand over power and control to it.
It is surrendering.
Please, listen. The most important thing is not to admit defeat. How? By simply staying alive.
“Living” equals a fighting chance, an opportunity of succeeding. Today, even if it's the only thing you do, fight this darkness. Come next day we'll perservere. And the next. And the next. It's not a matter of 'if' but until 'when' you win, because you are a hero!