For Boys Who’ve considered Committing Suicide

For Boys Who’ve considered Committing Suicide

Only a slave mourns his master.


I shed no tears for chivalry,

as real men don’t cry

hold the tears in, till it forms a noose round your neck

the weight of the world on your shoulder but feeling every least bit like Atlas

lost in the crossfire of this battle of  mind versus heart

one being calm and collected, the other being broken and hurt

I seek an escape from the darkness that surrounds me

dark continent, black race, black skin and black nights

hanging on the edge

So I Jump.


It seems when you have much to say, few words are used

silence is my drug and I, the addict, overdosed

slipping away in the hours of dawn, waiting

for if the sun never rises in the morning

will the early bird’s song be considered mourning

my eyes fail me

and I slowly drift into this dark abyss of nothingness.

The morning dew can not quench my thirst

confined to second, lost sight of first

in this race to find a purpose for life

live a life of purpose

but feeling like a pawn on god’s chess board,

wanting out of the game

So I Jump.


I jump to take flight

seek refuge in the clouds to escape the rain

hoping death gives me soothing from the pain

yet not all of us can be Peter Pan

and some have to jump into the fire

wake up in the dawn of reality

but still holding on to the dreams of my younger self

Note to self

life doesn’t get any better

but we celebrate, no matter how trivial

the gift of another day….


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