To Who It May Concern

To who it may concern...

did you know that there's a boy on the corner of your street?

He's freezing, now frozen, and getting even colder feet.

Shoeless, hopeless, homeless, and just plain beat,

he's struggling to find a life where he could possibly meet

with any sort of happiness, joy, or a hopeful treat.

He walks down the road, a stretch of deserted concrete.

Stops by the bus station, looking a little bit offbeat.

Stands for a few seconds, about to hastily retreat

into the alley behind him, where he got the receipt

for a bag-full of drugs, trying to fill the incomplete

hole in his heart, but he cannot find a seat

on the bus line to happiness. He just takes a repeat

of the dosage his drug dealer daily prescribes.

Snorts, pops, or shoots it; he just wants the vibes.

Doesn't care how he gets it; he cannot describe

all the feelings he gets when it gets in his inside.

Truth be told, he would rather retreat and reside

in the darkness of the alley, where he mostly hides.

and spends everyday he lives. He often guides

his emotions on a bus line, directly towards

the place where every window is covered with boards.

It was there that he once was cut with cords,

and found out that drugs are his lord of lords.

To who it may concern...

She hides behind a mask of makeup,

spends every morning getting caked up.

Hates to be in the night waked up

by the noises in her head that quaked up.

Like an earthquake, they rattle her mind and bind

her in an unbreakable bond confined. 

There is no way out of her disaster plan,

no friends to help, no crucial man

to help her live, and help her thrive.

Instead they watch as in pain she dives.

She cries herself to sleep everyday,

wishing that there some crazy way

to restart her life, or just end it there.

Instead she goes and fixes her hair,

wishing she was beautiful, pretty and wanted.

Instead she looks in the mirror and sees a haunted

girl with a sad face just trying to do her best

in a world that refuses to give her a bit of rest.

All around her, the media is stressing big breasts,

saying the bigger the better, if you don't have it you're depressed.

Looking in the mirror, she just cannot hope to see

that she is one of the most beautiful girls of any degree.

Tears running down her face mixed with some mascara,

eye shadow clouding her vision in the common era.

Finger on the trigger, gun pointed at her brain,

pressed against the prettiest face, to kill would be insane.

She doesn't want to do it, but she wants to because the burn

is getting overwhelming, so to who it may concern,

what can we do to stop such a catastrophe?

What are we going to do to end it? And lastly:

What would you feel if you knew the girl, beautiful as can be,

and you knew that she took her life, never again for you to see?

Author's Note

That one person, who keeps it a secret, and who we tease everyday, jokingly, sure, but still driving them insane and pushing them to the breaking point, until they pull that trigger, make that jump, tighten that noose, slice with that knife, and ultimately end that life...who's fault is it? The person who holds the gun isn't always the person who pulls the trigger.

Reviews

[Confused Canteloupe]

This poem is so touching. It really follows the mind so sensitively. Towards the end of each section I got this terrible feeling in my throat. It became hard to breath. Only a truly wonderful poem can do that. So keep writing I look forward to reading more of your writings. Kudos.

[Not here]

thank you very much :) btw, love your name and pic

[AaronFreitas]

Awesome write... love the way you look at this. Very creative thoughts and I loved it!

[Not here]

thank you :) im glad you liked it

[Coyote Poetry]

I lost two brothers to suicide. They hung themselves and left no messages. Just silence death for many to try to grasp.
"She doesn't want to do it, but she wants to because the burn
is getting overwhelming, so to who it may concern,
what can we do to stop such a catastrophe?
What are we going to do to end it? And lastly:"
I believe we must listen and pay attention. Don't be negative to anyone. You may be the needed words to save a life. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Not here]

thank you for your story, and i am sorry for what happened :(

[Coyote Poetry]

Me too. Made me join a war and be station in California. I met people who taught me. Life is hard. We must be harder. Better to laugh and dance till the end. Not cry and complain.

[Heartful5160]

Man, you can really get someone thinking and get someone knowing what others are really doing in this world! I can't stand when people just get the joy and butterflies out of bullying someone else. Really, inside they're insecure with themselves, so they go and point out other people's problems and that's definalty not the way. I hate that innocent and beautiful people take their lives because of other people and their stupid mistakes and their judgmental ways of other people. Never go a day without sharing a smile with someone because you never know, you might just make their day and that can mean so much to them! Great write and keep on writing!!

[Not here]

thanks :) im glad it gotcha thinkin real good

[Heartful5160]

Your welcome...I love pieces that get me thinking! Great job!

[Riley Justine]

Someone finally said it. I was near tears reading the last stanza. You perfectly described the way I feel a lot of the time. And the teasing is unbearable, even though there is that obvious knowledge that they're joking, it gets tucked away and ignored.
Thank you for writing this piece

[Not here]

thank you for reading :)

[Jacklyn]

This is beautiful. I love the way you take the world and strip away all preconceived notions about it. You force the reader to face the dark shadows of our seemingly glamorous world. Fantastic, please write more. :)

[Not here]

of course :) thank you very much

[dan]

my wife is very sick i'm sorry

[closed]

dark words that waxes the conscience so clean
that it can only be poetic justice

very socially conscious
and something that can also speak on a personal level...

a call to wake up and recognize those around us who are suffering

please
let's wake up...


-Dream

[Not here]

thank you dream, thats the message exactly i wanted to send

[Emily]

Nice wording!
Well done!!

[Willard Wells]

The first part was of course the despair of the drug world and one who is lost there day after day.

As for the self murder I would be there to offer help, but all must remember that no matter the pain that takes someone to that place is their decision and their's alone. Once they have murdered themselves you have to move on with your own life.

Both had great flow and beautiful imagery. I enjoyed both of them, But I am no seeing the connection between the two other than despair and pain. Of course I have not been good today and it may be effecting my view of your material. Your a great writer and keep going.

[Not here]

thank you. i appreciate the comments