Invisible Being

Why did I do it What was the stimulus Was it the pain of loss Or another hidden cause What did suicide offer me, Was it oblivion Too tired to face things Had no other opinion What was I looking for The end of a conscious experience Was the pain of living so great I had to find release Did I cry out for help Was I unheard Could my soul have soared high Like a bird. Someone heard my cry Brought me back to live Back to reality Showed I had something to give. A hand was held out For me to grasp To overcome my emotions Offered help, just had to ask. Now I help others To face their inner turmoil Show them it’s good to talk Don’t let worries boil They eat you away, so easy to do So I say don’t be like me Show me the real you Look in a mirror, like what you see. I now lecture to people Who are here to help suffering To those that fall into the trap Of ambivalent feelings To the invisible being that held out that hand I am trying to pay back as much as I can To helping others with similar calls To show that being alive is great after all