Rising Above

The sun will surely come out tomorrow, and we can tough it through.

I wasn't always this way...

I used to laugh and smile

Try to make friends and live a little,

But now, I feel there's no use.

Does anyone understand me?

They all act like they care, but is it real?

I know I'm not normal, should I just end it?

This life has gone on too long.

I stand in my little kitchen, telling myself not to,

Telling myself it'd be wrong, but it's so hard,

The temptation is so great, so I lift the knife,

Hold it up to the light and watch the blade glint.

Maybe there is hope, as even something so destructive,

Can hold a purpose, can look beautiful in the right light.

The pain in my mind is so great, but I'm strong,

I can face what has been thrown at me.

So instead of slashing my wrists with that knife,

I put it on the counter and collapse, a crying mess,

I wrap my arms around my dog and let her lick my face,

And suddenly it dawns on me, and I understand.

Life can put you down, but at least we have a voice,

At least when life gets hard I can cry and tell someone...

But not animals, and so I forget my own pain, I push it away,

And I choose to make a difference.

So I rise above the pain and put others first,

And help people who are worse off then me,

Animals with no home and no voice,

Any cause that needs someone like me.

I wasn't always this way...

I used to turn away and cry

I used to try to be alone I leave my friends,

But now, I make a difference. I rise above it.

Author's Note

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Reviews

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I love it, kind of sad but toward the end it's hopeful. Awesome write

[Keith]

I loved this piece. It's beginning and very sad lament but the gentle shift of power to the positive makes me smile.
You have a superb grasp of the effects depression and reveal the hidden hope that come from finding one's way in the world.
I am impressed. Well done.