The Song that Saved My Life
Fourteen and desperate to suffer no more,
Punished for failing to ever fit in,
My cuts and bruises still throbbing and sore,
A lifetime unable to fit in my skin.
I stare at the pot and wonder what next,
Pondering non-existence without pain,
To just live has become far too complex,
And this; so much simpler than cutting a vein.
Realisation hits like fists I know so well,
That the pills have now spilled into my hand,
But I hear a friendly musical swell,
And then find comfort in my favourite band.
Jon sung to me clear; we’ll make it I swear.
Ever since then; I’ve been livin’ on a prayer.
The Busy Papa
Also known as Aaron, The Busy Papa focuses on lifestyle, parenting and personal wellbeing content. He has two decades experience in creative writing (including several published poems) and strongly dislikes (though tolerates) tomatoes.