25.3.06

Quand j’étais jeune

I wanted to die

I was drowning

I just didn’t know it yet.

But you swam in

(Maybe one day you’ll teach me how)

And saved my life

You just didn’t ... you get the gist.

So here’s the truth:

(I’ve tried to protect you from it for so long)

I’m ill but I’m not dead

Because of the freckle on your lip,

The shine of your eyes,

The arch of your brow.

I’m alive because I tried to say goodbye

But just didn’t know how.

You deserve more than a scribbled note

You deserve everything I never had

You deserve to know that it’ll be okay

And that there’s more to life than feeling sad.

Unoriginal sentiments for my original girl

I wish I’d learnt by now how to use a pen

But I’m stuck with this shitty rhyme-scheme now.

Quand j’avais 22

I tried to die

The doctors scoffed at my pathetic attempt

And I didn’t tell them why

I’d stopped the end

Because I found my hope

You saved my life

So now you know.

By Mhairi McNeil