One of them

Moving up while looking down
Smiling face when heart's a frown.
Steady grip; spinning head
Empty laughter, emotions dead.

Falling over, faces high
Lightness shining, dark is nigh.
Parts of mind left buried deep;
Depths of soul you're forced to keep.

Keeling over in midst of day:
Grimly show you're not okay.
People pray it's not too late
How will you accept your fate?

Discuss your problem. Face the fear
Duck the evil! Keep love near
Follow paths and ride the dreams
See the 'full life' for all it seems

Trust the instinct. Burn your doubt
Smile and mean it, never pout.
Respect your mom and honour your dad
Live all the goodness, laugh at the bad.

My poetry seems, somehow, to have a prophetic vein regarding my life. I wrote this piece about four months ago, and a month ago I suffered a severe emotional breakdown. Suicide is not a pretty nor comforting thought, and the things that helped me through the spells are outlined here. Like I said, writing is a vent for my emotions.

~Godspede