Under_these_scars :
PHOENIX by allan mccutcheon
once i was hurting.
i felt all alone.
it was like having a house.
but not having a home.
i had lots of mates.
but felt like no friend,
thats when i made the choice,
that my life would soon end,
i had enough of the thoughts
that i was becoming a danger,
that i could possibly hurt,
an innocent stranger.
an innocent stranger.
who had done nothing to me.
but i wasnt in the right mind,
madness wouldnt set me free.
so i made the choice.
the day was tomorrow,
so i got into bed,
filled with such sorrow.
when i woke up,
i knew what to do.
i put my clothes on,
and tied up my shoes,
i started to head to work,
my mind full of dread,
thinking in a few hours,
that i soon will be dead,
i got off of the bus.
i swallowed the pills.
i drank the drink,
while the memories filled.
memories filled my mind
with powerful a thought,
thoughts so dark,
i deserved what i got.
i got found in the streets,
ironically from a stranger,
but instead of leaving me there.
he saved me from danger.
he noticed my uniform,
and called my work,
he treated me like a human,
and not a drunken jerk,
little did he know,
that it wasnt drink,
if he knew the truth,
what would he really think?
and thanks to that man,
i got the help i need,
never to feel hopeless,
like i cannot succeed,
with what i had done.
my family was in tatters,
but i soon started to realise,
that my life matters
2026-05-02 10:16:20