Standing on the platform
Waiting for a train
To take me far away from
The endless pain
There’s people all around me
Yet here I stand alone
Ready for my final journey
From which I’m never coming home
A note sits by my bedside
Waiting to be read
Everything I tried to hide
All the things I never said
Answers to the questions
I know would soon be asked
The reasons for my actions
The real me – unmasked
I hear the train approaching
I step towards the edge
But there’s fear inside me growing
It divides me like a wedge
Is it time for me to leave?
Is there really nothing here for me?
Or have I been naive?
Is there something I failed to see?
Is this how I’ll be remembered;
For what I do today?
The child that surrendered
The boy who ran away
I feel the tears forming
Building up behind my eyes
And countless emotions swarming
As I begin to realise
I am not ready to just give in
I am not ready to say goodbye
I will not let my demons win
Today is not the day I die
Featured in my published collection, Day By Day
A little over three years since my darkest hour, but it will stay with me forever; serving as a reminder of where I was, how far I have come and how close I came to no longer being. Never give up, no matter how dark it gets – the light will always return, I promise.
I am sure your words will be of encouragement to a lot of people, Matt. And you should be proud of yourself.
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Thank you.
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You are welcome!
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Excellent Mate. Keep on keeping on mate.
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Mr Cowman!
Thank you 🙏
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Those are inspiring words
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