Stained Monochrome Wings

To You

04-03-13 (revised 12-29-15)

A suicide-prevention program

in disguise.

From the kids of the Fucked-Up,

the internally, morally corrupted.

The most desperate people,

the ones with

the strongest of

facades.

They die out, and fall.

they hide it all from those

except the

fellow Fucked-Up.

To you, who told me to kill myself,

who said I should die

and waste away to

nothing;

To you, who told me I couldn't do It

whatever "it" happens to be;

To my mother, to my father

who drove me to the attempts;

To you, who died yesterday

of a suicide;

The agony is our common persona.

Fear it not, seize it.

Use it as motivation

rather than an excuse to take

the easy way out.

You need me,

I boldly implore to the Fucked-Up,

and those who fucked up the Fucked-Up,

but I need you too.

You galvanize my writing,

breathing meaning into these words.

Why should I hate the pain?

It gave me something I should set my sights on.