robin williams
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When hearing the phrase
"O Captain, My Captain"
I can only think of one person to
fit this criteria.
Robin Williams is and was
the only person to
accurately portray what it was like
to struggle
Yeah, I was sad when Robin Williams died
I sat there and watched as my whole family cried
But what got me was the outrage that came from his suicide
Yet, nobody cared this much when Lelah Alcorn died
Suicide
Doesn't always look like
A girl dressed in all black
With thick black makeup
And scars all over her arms
Sometimes
Suicide
Looks like
Someone who's always laughing
Dark and cold,
A tale so old,
Coming home,
Waiting to unfold.
He sits on his bed,
Painting his wrists red,
Urging the thoughts,
To just leave his head.
Lover, Comedian, Father, Friend
All theway to the bitter end
This man just wanted to make people smile
And have them laugh and remember him for a long while
Famous for roles on the silverscreen
O Robin why did you have to go away?
It was not the only way
Inspiring us all with your comedy
Teaching us that laughter is always the key
I hope that you have peace wherever you are
Death is a part of us all
More than others
But all death is for reason
Which we don't know
Until we die
Ourselves
Depression is real
And it hurts
Attempt number one was in the third grade
the first time she called me useless because I couldn't do a braid
The second attempt was much later
in the seventh grade when people behind my back snickered laughing at my pain
I have noticed now so more than ever
That hidden behind the illuminating moon
Is a dark side we will never see.
The man I saw as a father
Whose works I enjoyed
Through the stages of my life.
I am not going to claim suicide,
suicide wants you to kill yourself,
Its the reason over 800,000 million people lives ended,
In competition but who wants to win,
You or suicde,
So many things it do to hurt you,
Laughing back at me in the glass of a two sided mirror,
A sinister clown inside of me that won't disapear.
She says it eased her pain,
As the blade dripped of blood,
She said she no longer felt cold,
As scars were left.
She claimed she no longer cried,
Herself asleep,
It’s so hard for me to see it.
I stare at it, talk it through, and analyze it,
But I’ll never feel it like you do.
And I’m sorry for that.
I’ll never understand your self-loathing
