I know how it feels,
For I too have walked that road.
I acted on impulse, in rage,
But I was lucky to find solace.
My solace was writing—
A way to talk it through
With strangers of the world,
And my patience was dew.
It seems easy, seems legit,
But it's not the solution.
Let's stay on the side of life
As this year's resolution.
It's never too late to return,
Never too late to stop.
Shout, scream, ask for help,
Keep fighting—nonstop.