Save A Life

(A poem written May 11, 2012. Not a particularly good one, but an important message nonetheless.)

Somewhere in between
the fight and the serene,
there's space left unseen
where one wishes they could not be.
Where one hopes for the end
of wounds no one can mend
and relief no one can lend.
To the nothing they long to friend.
They want no pious verse
or holy words rehearsed,
just the end of that which hurts,
before it gets worse.
See, their minds don't reason so:
"Tis thoughts that come and go."
No, the abyss they do take hold,
and submit to its control.
And in this state they die,
a little at a time.
What's more it does feel nice
to the demons trapped inside.
They show this death to none
in fear of burdening some.
They keep it hidden from
the smiles they force to front.
And yet what they do need,
in spite of the death they cling,
is to really be freed,
is to really be seen.
For their hand to be held tight,
to survive the endless night.
To be told that it's alright -
they're not alone in the fight.
They need the ones who know,
the sides of self they close,
to forgive the paths they chose
and help them fight the foes.
Sometimes they must be dragged
away from sorrow's grasp.
They may be drowning fast.
They may choke and gasp.
Give them a day worth living.
Be a friend worth loving.
From them, demand nothing.
Just give them something.
Oftentimes they want
nothing more than  your heart,
just to know they are a part
of your thoughts.
So please do take the time
to occasionally remind
that you are never far behind.
Be easy to find.
And maybe one night
your random call will fight
the darkness they hold so tight.
You might just save a life.