lost ones

“The Suicide Prevention Resource Center synthesized these studies and estimated that between 5 and 10% of LGBT youth, depending on age and sex groups, have attempted suicide, a rate 1.5-3 times higher than heterosexual youth.”

On June,26,2020, around 3:40pm I googled “painless ways to kill myself”.

Pain-less.

Fallowed by searches on amazon for cyanide to complete the task.

That should have told me that maybe I shouldn’t do it rite?

I mean like wtf I really looked for my killer on amazon.

F*****g amazon.

Although this might sound like a sad poem,

It is not,

Just hear me out.

On June,26 the love of my life rescued me without knowing it,

He honestly just found out with all of you.

He said “stop waiting for people to love you.”

These words wrapping around me tighter than anxiety ever could to my neck,

If your trying to survive your narcissistic family than this poem is for you!

Its for the black sheep,

Its for the lost ones,

The misfit toys,

Its for the overlooked black girls with an immense amount of talents that no one acknowledges,

The ones that are wayyy to nice for this society,

Its for the boys who are conditioned to normalize being emotion-less,

For the girls that are “too skinny” for their liking,

For the girls that aren’t “skinny enough”

Its for the trans guys that aren’t feeling “societally acceptable”, I feel those stares too.

Its for the dreamer!,

Its for the non-binary kid who keeps getting introduced to others with the wrong pronouns

I want you to know that I see you!

I hear you !

The ones who are always showed, rather than told

That your not good enough,

Its for the weird ones,

The awkward one!

The one who people say are “too quiet”

For everyone who was ever told that your sexual preference was “just a faze”, even though your sexual preference is literally no ones business.

The one who is dealing with the demons every day latching to your back as you try to get out of bed.

S**t this poem is for anyone who is anyone just tryna feel some s**t!

I see you!

For the trans girl who hears those whispers!

The queer kids who have to stay in these homes that they can’t be themselves in.

For anyone dealing with anxiety,

BREATH!

And when you walk in any space you make sure they see you.

Make sure they hear you !

We will no longer be ignored.

This is for the lost souls who almost got their hands on that cyanide.

Know that I love you.

S**t, I am you.

We will be seen.

We will survive.

Author's Note

im ok today

Reviews

[Robert Trakofler]

yes yes yes be you you have no other choice and you looks rather good on you it fits nicely and it should who gives a damn what the world thinks it only matters what you think!

[Kitty]

thank you, this really means a lot. a whole lot