Until you truly know
What it feels like to want to die,
Reserve your confusion and judgment
Until life gives you a try.
Because to get to the place
Where every day is just the same
Laying in your bed,
And self managing the pain;
You have to have had your soul broken,
And your heart torn from your chest.
Something must make you truly believe
A world without you is best.
When the flowers planted inside you,
The day that you were born
Haven’t seen sunshine
Or anything warm,
They begin to wither slowly
And in their place grow weeds;
Twisting up and around your brain –
On your dopamine they feed.
You try to rip them out
But still they continue to grow.
You’ve become a vessel of unhappiness
And you know it’s time to go.
Though the flowers still exist
They’re impossible to see
If nothing good grows in here
I am no longer me.
When you feel more safe strapped to a gurney
Than a tea cup at Disneyland,
are easy to understand.
So who are you Doctor,
to tell me to go on,
When my behaviour in our current world,
Is collectively viewed as wrong.