Sitting on the bridge
Thinking about death a little harder tonight
I called the suicide help line
A first for me
But I needed someone to talk to
The man said he couldn’t hear me well
Because of the bridge
I said “I’m going bad”
I just want to be happy
I just want to be pure
He said “I can’t hear because of the wind” so I came down and sheltered my phone for a moment to talk to him briefly.
He said “I don’t know why you called”
He said “happiness is something that happens when all your problems
I said “thanks for your help I guess”
If I fall will they be gone,
If I fall will I be happy.
I watched the sun set.
I’m watching my city go dark.
The end is so beautiful.
- Me in 5th grade: I will never smoke or drink or do any drugs ever
- Me now: I probably wouldn't do meth