the suicidal teen's anthem

i tried to tell the moon goodnight,


but the words were stuck in the back of my mind


unable to escape from behind


the lump in my throat.


i tried to keep myself from crying, but


goodnight sounds too much like goodbye, and


sleeping feels too much like dying, and


i am a bit too ready for both.


This poem is about: 
My community
Our world






I hope you're okay. 

You're not alone with your thoughts. 


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