Why

Travel, through a path deemed my..

Fear, my echoed lie..

Tears gone dry..

A nightly try..

Routined, my silent cry..

Love, forced to buy..

Through swells of the eye..

Tears failed to identify..

For I, a guy..

Pain, a weakness to satisfy..

Help, of no reply..

Magnitudes, though none, nearby..

My kind, their deny..

Flaws I occupy..

Unheard, terror in shy..

Silence, pains in comply..

Never in defy..

Your gratify..

Carried weight in try..

My wait to die..

Dreams to rely..

A reality to intensify..

Death in notify..

Mourns asking why..

Late, your goodbye..

Gone, none, to ask why..

~Alby.

Gore

Selfless, bursts of a heart, streamed to the floor..

Behind the silent door..

Mental, our world at war..

Stigma, all we lived for..

Lives at score..

How many more?..

Scars to explore..

Before I go..

Tears from the core..

Society helped bore..

A soul left sore..

Remorse, for once gone, none to restore..

Ignore..

A species left to the tear drowned shore..

In hope, before..

Desperate, no more..

Veins he pore..

His slit to cry for..

Gore..

Ignored stains on the shirt he wore..

~Alby.

• gore – blood that has been shed.

• pore – to be absorbed in reading/ studying.

{ suicide, not the option, don’t watch them fall, lend a hand }

Run

Sight exposed, a wake to no sun..

Life at speed, an awakening of one..

Different, the gazes to a soul, dark in shun..

Calm, a pain mutual to none..

Shrieks of fun..

Deserted, the lost son..

Drained to an awakening, torn in burn..

Triggered, a flow towards the depressed, pitched in relief, from blood, by the gun..

Eternity in dark, blooded species, done..

The unwanted, in birth of a life, far from won..

Beings of the norm, blinded, grasps distant from learn..

Mental, ordeals of a journey, spent in run..

~Alby.

End

Necks in hang, mental, a pale tend..

Was I to blend?..

As suicide, the trend..

Depressed Wrists, blood they send..

Life lost in sight, late, your attend..

Baba, my name to defend..

Mama, in hold of a life, none could mend..

Stains of a note left, tears, while penned..

Weak, for trials, failed to fend..

Families in break, a fatal flaw to depend..

Bullets to some, hearts they bend..

Craves to a grave, none would intend..

Mama in mourn of the shirt you rend..

In wish of the final hug, hopes of amend..

Room empty, ‘alive’, they pretend..

Bonds torn to offend..

Was baba not a friend?..

Or seeking help, a stretch none could lend?..

Mental, the vain globe in lack of pained comprehend..

As it’s soil, in absorb of souls drenched in end..

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{ Suicide is not an option, a cause of pain to those buried in care, life is full of trials, success never emerges without a fight, through dirt, pain, breaks.. and continuous failure. Push back up when life throws you down, start over until you overcome it.

Mental health is an aspect the globe tends to shun, undermine and portray as weak.

For every moment you lose yourself to comments directed at your state, remember, you are special, you are one of a kind, you are who you are and never should you apologize for being you.

Life is a blessing turned harsh by suicide, think of those below you and look to them as they suffer more though fight stronger, ignore the comparisons to those above you in wealth, status, power & fame..

Mental health is real.

Suicide, not an option for one as strong as you. }

~Alby.

Day

A walk back to they..

Cleansed of previous say..

Too long, you, away..

Strides to stay..

No grudge to pay..

memory, blind in lay..

Battled smile, stitches to your ray..

Pain, still in weigh..

Hidden, versions to portray..

Healed of betray..

United in sway..

Distant, recalled fears, stray..

A minority blank in repay..

Bipolar, their path, astray..

Craving self slay..

As ‘Mental’ graves overlay..

Disorders turned prey..

Pills to obey..

Stares, grey..

The last tears to a day..

Stigma, always in convey..

Esteem, a stand to stay..

For lessons, swirled in the bloody bay..

Overcome, who to say?..

As battles of yesterday..

Open, in rise of today..

For escape, a way to your day..

~Alby.

Cry

Baba..

Why?..

A cycle born in one left in deny..

Scars deep in resonates of no reply..

“ I’ll be back “ ..

Tracks of tears from your lie..

As years, puddled in no try..

Why..

Cries broken to your tie..

A bond so high..

In memory of the child, shy..

Abandoned, the reality with no sigh..

Baba..

Try..

For who to call you my..

As lost, your own, in streams of the eye..

A recall gone dry..

Baba..

Calls towards the sky..

An echo past the drench life’s end goes by..

For no cry, in heal of the grave, in die..

Baba..

A soul struck in goodbye..

~based on a true story.

~Alby.

Air

Life to bare..

Breath, unfair..

Pain, chills of a topic, rare..

Darkness, for light, their daily spare..

Understood, where..

For their care, filled in stare..

Air in share, faded, none aware..

As life, a frame to compare..

Worth, the secret despair..

Judged in glare..

Silent, suffocating in tear..

Laugh, their scented blare..

Thoughtful graves, no mind to dare..

Dawn, shadows of broken lives, darkened in tombs, regret would wear..

For life, cut by air..

Death, the unknown square..

As bonds, in no repair..

Untamed oppressor, topping downed prayer..

Smiles past scars none would swear..

Broken, kinships in heir..

Muted, the suicidal scare..

Though none in aid of the dark stair..

As slowly, bruises of pain absorbed skin, in pare..

Was life so unfair?..

Or inflictions shot unaware?..

For truth, evident though bitter, unfound, for where..

As life’s air, a pained affair..

~Alby.

Words

Like species of birds..

life’s rack of cards..

A mastery deafened from lifeless sherds..

Evolving in linguistic herds..

Shunned, inhibited by worldly nerds..

Yet in resonate of global thuds..

A cause to unified wails in emotional wards..

For it’s essence, spiked towards wars in rewards..

The stains of blooded cries a globe runs towards..

As it’s flow, a barrier to peaceful worlds..

~Alby.