This poem addresses suicide. By reading any further, you acknowledge that this artwork does not promote suicide in any way, and is only meant as a creative endeavor.
I write this, love, only for you. I want you to feel how I do. So many things have coursed my mind, never spoken, nor defined.
All the things I used to feel, I fear that they’re no longer real.
The soft caress of gentle breeze. The soothing whispers of the trees. The kiss of sun rays on my skin, and all the joys I felt within.
Why is it now so hard for me to see the things I used to see? I do not know what changed in me. I can’t decide what I believe. I don’t know if what I achieve will ever matter, or if I’m lost, and just naïve.
I don’t know if there is a soul that fills this empty, saddened hole.
I think about this, all the time. I can’t make reason, out of rhyme. I fear I’ve lost the will to live, for I’ve no more that I can give.
I see things, love. I watch, you know. I feel the harm that people sow. I witness all the things that they do turning blue skies into gray.
There’s one thing you must understand. You lifted me, with just your hand. Each time our fingers locked as one, my heart would race. My heart would run.
I’ve only one request, you see. I hope you find love, and live free. When walking through these whispering trees, please stop, admire all the leaves. Feel the gentle winds and breeze, and put your racing mind at ease. Love who you have come to be, and please, my love.