Maybe, Just Maybe Poem by Taylor Fong

Maybe, just maybe, a blade will take this pain away.
Maybe the blood from this broken heart needs to bleed through my veins.
Maybe the external pain will distract me from the internal pain.
Maybe if I cut a little deeper, it'll hurt a little less.

Maybe, just maybe, pills are the right prescription.
Maybe pills are the kind of pain relievers I need.
Maybe, if I take enough, it'll take away all feeling until I'm just numb.
Maybe pills don't just relieve external pain, but internal pain too.
Maybe when I'm numb enough, I won't need to fake this smile.

Maybe, just maybe, a need for weed is what I have.
Maybe flying high is the perfect escape.
Maybe I'll fly high enough to escape this gravity called reality that pulls me down deep into this dark depression.
Maybe escaping reality for even a little bit can help a lot.

Maybe, just maybe, I can recycle empty bottles to help the environment I'm in.
Maybe if I drink enough, my state of mind will change to something a little more cheerful.
Maybe a change in my state of mind is what I need to forget my past.
Maybe if I drink enough, it won't only change my state of mind, but also change my liveliness.
Maybe if I drink enough, I'll just pass hell out and won't have to wake up to find my past hasn't left me, and reality is still there.

But maybe, just maybe, I can get through this on my own.

Written 3/29/09