It Gets Better

I have been down that road, The one of suicidal thoughts, The doors I knocked on daily, Suicidal attempts replaced those spots, Got to the point in my life, To where I felt no one would miss me, If I just remove myself from here, Smiles and laughter is what I'll see, Feeling so alone down and depressed, A constant image runs through my head, Kept seeing all my nieces and nephews, And the way Uncle J was being said, Seeing their faces when I was around, Pushed all those suicidal thoughts away, Knowing how much I ment to them, Well look at me I'm still alive today, This poem was written to prove, That if you think you won't be missed, Trust me you will be missed by many, So just breathe and remove your fist, Life will get better I know for a fact, If you just stop looking at the ground, There's so many people out there, That do want you to always be around!