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Every day when I wake I dread the time that’s ahead,

Because I know at some point someone will ask me to lift my head.

And what they will see will be emptiness and despair,

A young boy wishing that he wasn’t there.

Eyes filled with nothing but darkness and shame,

A mind completely lost in the self-blame.

A person that is so sad and he doesn’t know why,

But every night he lays awake and begins to cry.

The tears flow until there is no more left,

But the one thought in his mind, DEATH

He prays to God to take him away from this place,

There is nothing more to live for, I have no happy face.

Suicide, No I would never do such a thing,

But if God were to just take me, then who’s to blame.

My guilt and blame would be removed at last,

All the depression and sadness would be in the past.

I may finally be able to look and say I am happy,

Nothing to be sad about, no one to come back at me.

With all these things at night I stay up wishing,

Praying and asking God to show me what’s missing.











Michael C. Lucas