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The One Who Survives

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   couldn't save her
    live to tell her story
    I'm a suicide survivor
       miss her...

~Date Written: February 5, 2016~

*** I call myself a suicide survivor not because I tried to take my own life and lived to tell the story, but because I have lost a close family member to suicide, therefore I am a suicide survivor***

Copyright © Laura Loo | Year Posted 2016

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Pull the Trigger

 “Pull the Trigger”

Waking up from dreams that seemed like reality
Tormenting my brain with thoughts of trigger actions
Fantasy land is a place for laughter and peaceful serenity
Reality has no happiness for painful reminders shake me with open eyes

Fields of wild flowers consume my peaceful dreams
Birds singing of love while the winds softly whisper
Leaves cascading through the air I breathe allowing myself to smile
I wish I could stay in the world where my mind is at peace with my soul

The darkness surrounding my inner self won’t allow my conscience to rest
Every day the struggle to survive one more day to breathe, to laugh, to love
 Running to escape the quicksand beneath my feet so that I may find solid ground
Trying to save this pathetic smile so that one day it might be visible by the eyes staring at me

Windmills turn with the wind like my imagination conjures up ways to escape
Always considering my options of how my life can turn to dust 
So tired of being the one on the outside looking through the window of suicide
Let this sacred heart be free to float away as I pull the trigger ending this consuming sickness 

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2016

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The Sand

Wednesday evening
6:31 p.m.
September 26, 2015
Kansas City, Mo
Stephen Becker pen name Brian Stoaks

                            "The Sand"

Here I am shouting from me knees to the heavens above
Can you hear me as I shout to you from the ground beneath you
I'm screaming for your healing hands trying to escape from your punishment
Do I matter to you at all when You say I will come again to take you home

Digging my heels into this mud beneath my feet I shout for your attention
I feel as if I am the forgotten soul you created but traded to the devil
Why say you love me when here I am begging to feel alive
Is the book of your words a fiction based on story tellers misguided

With my fingers tearing at the eyes to stop the ever flowing rains of tears
I pray to you for you to hear my voice of reasoning just for once in my life
I ask you to lift me up and heal me of this great pain that envelops my mind
For either heal me now creator of life or let me finally end this painful existence

I stare into the space Christians call home and see nothing but vast emptiness
All my life I have suffered from the hands of evil while you were ignoring my pleas
I am here now a child of the creator willing to sacrifice this forgotten soul
As my tears shall return into the sand to be washed away like blood stained streets

Copyright © Brian Stoaks | Year Posted 2015