Through the wire
Recently a friend of mine called in the middle of the night and usually I don’t answer my phone after I’ve dose off to sleep but something told me to pick up the call… This childhood friend of mine was really on the verge of losing it. He was going off of a ledge. Take it how you may. This experience inspired me to write about how I felt on the matter. Perhaps a few of you can relate. I still feel sorry for him though, wish I could help him with his demons…but I’m also fighting my own.
I am writing this piece for every son gunned down for he was ready to leave, or a broken heart hanging heavy off the edge of a sleeve, ready to scream, fighting demons in the depths of a dream. Oh Father of Jesus, please shake me awake when the weight in me is shredding the seams, threatening me is the moment when my readiness leaves, cleaving me up the middle leaving me a mess to clean. I’m blessed to be living ready to fight a machine, and repping my team till whenever I’m ceasing to breathe, extending my reach to whoever’s in need of a preach, In hopes to teach that suicide isn’t all that it seems. Its whack, exactly what it’s cracked up to be, a weakening and a way to flee from the way shit be. The pain in me is the same you expect to see when you look in the mirror and say, “Hey, this isn’t me.”
Peace isn’t free out in the world where misery breeds. Look past the picture and see truly what pain can mean. A way to be better than you could ever claim to be, without a flaw what all could we expect to be considering prosperity isn’t a perfect scene, but it’s a step in the way the right direction leads, cause positivity is the blood that refreshment bleeds, and depression caressing a soul is a deep ravine. Death isn’t a lesson, it’s more like a blackened screen that cracks and bleeds when the gat claps and blasts you deep.