It's all I have left
When we tell you we are suicidal, it can be a cry for help,
But that’s not a sign of weakness,
This is not a sign of weakness.
This is saying we’re fighting,
And we’ve been fighting with every weapon and fist we have.
We’ve crashed against the cliffside broken and splintered,
But we’re still fighting with whatever we can.
I’m using my voice.
It’s all I have left.
This poem is about:
Me