I'm writing a poem about suicide -- suicide -- suicide. I'm not doing it, don't want to and by God's grace never will. But I was thinking about it today. I want to say that a lot of things are trivial. They don't matter - they're unimportant. There's other things to think about. To stress about. To be angry over. But at the same time I can't deny I'm at fault. I hurt people too. I disappoint people too. I let them down, turn them around, and hope it will all be okay. Noone ever means to hurt anyone -- well, that's not true but it's nice to say and hear. So, I'd like to justify myself and be angry at them in return but I can't.

I'm going to see someone today who I don't want to see. I don't like him, want to hate him, and hoped to never see his face again. He never did anything to me. He never hurt me. But he did many things and hurt someone I love. So he did all those things to me.

Today I'll forgive and ask forgiveness and start tomorrow anew. Tonight I'll pray to be free of this rage that builds beneath my ribs. Please be in peace, from the bottom of my heart I hope, wish, and pray that everyone in the world and especially you do not share a spot with me on this rotting bridge -- but that you rest in quiet peace.