That Feeling

The morning you wake up with swollen puffy eyes
Your mind convincing you lies

Crimson scattered throughout your arms and wrists
Thinking of alternatives that you missed

A bloody knife sitting patiently at the rim of your bed
Room as dark as night, but there's a tiny glow of led

Then as you lay there for a while
You finally,
Start remembering what happened last night

Your mother bursts into your room
She quickly realizes the gloom

When she realizes what you've done
It reminded her of when she was young

She sits on the rim of your bed
Resting her soft palm on your head

"You're not alone I promise"
"I know it doesn't seem common"
"Last night you may have fallen"
"But as you see, you had friends calling"

You look down at your phone
Seeing messages that were left alone

Hot tears start to form in your eyes
The room is then filled with your cries

Your mother's warmth submerges the cold
Making your broken heart fold

With each tears fall,
You hear God's Call.

You are not alone, help IS available. I know it may seem it like your alone--and no one cares, but there are people who can help you! If you are not feeling safe, or need additional help please call the National Suicide Hotline for more support. Contact them at: 988.