>minds find no ease
>in seeking instant relief
>there just aint no reason
>to die if suicide is the answer
>what piece is ther on the other side?
>a poets pen falls dry....
Just might be the answer when I have considered suicide
when the rainbow is enuf.
I am ready to die like a lily in the desert/
& i cant let you in on it
cuz am to afraid
it will hurt again/here is what i have,
selfcenteredness/ denial/ resentments/
& so much of it/ it makes me sick.
touch wit reality/i dont know anymore.
i thot i waz doin it
i thot i waz
but i waz so stupid
i waz able to be hurt
& that's not real/not anymore/
i shd be immune/if i'm still alive
and tha's what i am feeling/
how i am still alive
and my dependency on other livin beins for love
i survive on intimacy and tomorrow/
that's all i've got goin
and the words waz like dope
and you knew that,
and still you refused my love
Was not enuf. My love is too delicate
to have thrown back on my face.
So i will die this death only to never return again.
No more thrown backs/Free at last.

As soon as healing takes place, go out and heal somebody else. Maya Angelou
No man is free until all men are free.

Jah*lov*all of YOU>>>>