I killed myself
Aged 7
But life refused to quit
I got my first best friend
When I turned 11
I killed myself at 16
Thought I could not go on
My world was full of darkness
So decided I was better off
Gone
Life insisted
So I persisted
Found the joy of music
Stood up to the knees
In mud
With the bass making my
Heart thud
I killed myself at 20
Could no longer
Find the joy
In music or
The boy
Despite my resistance
Life continued with insistence
So I stumbled through
Not knowing what to do
Soon I will be 60
If I died
There are many who
Would miss me
I don’t want to die
I hope I live for a hundred years
Don’t get me wrong
I still cry tears
But most tears
That I cry today
Are tears of joy
I rekindled my love
For music
And I got the boy!
But above all else
I love myself
And I love that
I’m ALIVE!
C..K.23.
