Please stop for a minute.
Yes, I’m talking to you.
Don’t do what it is that,
You’re planning to do.

Let these words talk to you
While I have your attention.
I won’t tell you I know the
Things you’re going through.

Just know that the pain
You’re feeling right now?
I’ve been there, reaching
For the solution in whatever

Form it may take – cold steel,
Booze or pills. So even though
I don’t know you, we have, at this
Point, something in common now.

I was twenty seven the first time
I felt I was out of options. Taking
Those pills and that blade that
Day, I tried to put myself away.

I felt like I was screaming inside
Remember I’ve been where you
Are. I’ve walked that mile in those
Shoes; I want you to know that

You are stronger than you realise.
This is a fight you can win, even
If your doubts drown everything
Out, hold on a little longer and stay,

Let me talk to you. Let my words
Pick you up, even if you don’t
Think you can do it, I’ll share
This pain; be a voice of reason.

You have better times ahead
Believe me, try to see, I beg of
you don’t take your life. Instead,
Take my hand – we’ll make this right.

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I don’t think inside the box, I don’t think outside the box, I don’t even know where the box is.

Aspergers Poet
http://www.bob-christian.com