“Jisei”

This poem talks about tough feelings and mental health struggles. If that sounds upsetting, you might want to skip it or read with an adult you trust. Take care of yourself, and remember it’s okay to ask for help if you need it. The Crisis Lifeline is available 24 hours/7 days a week. Dial or text 988.

What’s the point of getting help when nobody cares,

My skin is falling apart like broken chairs;

I limp all over the town like I’m wounded,

I wish my time with her hadn’t concluded.

She passed on to the choir invisible,

At this point, I don’t care if mine’s peaceful;

There’s a cemetery at 801st Street,

A retirement home mark ll for the deceased;

Called the reaper to barrow a noose,

Tied it to the railing, turning my body loose;

Reality is dissolving away, do I get to see my other,

Even if both doors don’t exist, at least I’m in slumber.