It’s a month of realizing mental health is serious.
It’s a month of speaking out and sharing your story.
It’s a month of honoring those who lost that battle.
For those who tried to fight their demons, but it seemed to get to much.
This month is bittersweet,
September, a birthday month,
I turn 18. I didn’t imagine being here.
September the month, my brother came home, and it all felt okay.
September, is the month I also lost someone who was close to me a few years ago, due to suicide this month last year.
September is the month of his one year.
Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
September is a month.
A month I’m so happy but also so sad
Knowing I could’ve let go,
Knowing I wanted nothing more than to let go.
To know I’m flying again.
And I choose to fight this battle knowing it would never be easy, but I could do it.
But it breaks my heart you didn’t see that hope.
I wish you stayed.
I wish you could’ve had the hope I’ve gotten to have.
September is a month of grief and knowing you should’ve been here.
You should be here.
September is also the month I seem to have the most hope it will be okay.
