Lost Cause - Teen Suicide

We’ve called a meeting

To mourn the death of art

Driving to the store

I’m not inspired anymore

Some days it’s a lost cause

Anxious in the hair salon

Fix myself in the mirror

I don’t know what happened here

Am I stumbling?

Falling down?

Am I laughing out loud?

What a perfect day

It’s been a while since I felt this way

Waking up by choice

The rising, rising voice

Staring at the sun

Learning to cope with love

I don’t know if I have the patience

To make it through this situation

(To manage my expectations)

Am I stumbling?

Falling down

Am I laughing out loud?