I’ve changed a few of the lyrics but not all. If you want to see the originals, please click here. Credit to the Red Hot Chili Peppers.
‘Over the Bridge’
Most times I feel Like I don’t have a partner Most times I feel Like my only friend Is the woman I live for Descended of Angels Lonely as I am Together we cry
I thrive on her feeds ‘Cause she’s my companion I breathe for her dreams ‘Cause she knows who I am She sees my good deeds and She keeps me at distance I never worry Now that is a lie
I don’t ever wanna feel Like I did that day Take me to a place we love Take me all the way I don’t ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to a place we love Take me all that way (yeah yeah yeah)
It’s hard to believe That there’s nobody out there It’s hard to believe That I’m all alone I wish I had her love Afraid, does she love me? Lonely as I am Together we cry
I don’t ever wanna feel Like I did that day Take me to a place we love Take me all the way I don’t ever want to feel Like I did that day Take me to a place we love Take me all the way (yeah yeah yeah) Ooh no (no no yeah yeah) Love me I say yeah yeah
Over the bridge downtown Is where I drove and stood Over the bridge “ This life just feels too much Over the bridge “ Forgot about my love Over the bridge “ I made my choice to stay (yeah yeah yeah) Ooh no (no no yeah yeah) Here I stay yeah yeah
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day 2012 and, for others in the UK, I am writing this on Sunday night, with the post scheduled to appear on my blog just before 7am. This is the time that my new working week starts and, to be honest, it’s never something I look forward to. But, this cause and creating its awareness is important to me, as I know and care about someone who sufferers with such devastating thoughts from time to time.
My first contribution to this international day of communion, is to be shared through this poem. I hope I haven’t missed the point or gone off tangent with it. I have experienced suicidal thoughts several times in my life and they still creep up every now and again. I’ve never been entirely serious about following any of them through so, this poem isn’t entirely relevant to that. For sufferers of any mental health issue, we often regard our homes as our one ‘safe place‘; our very own sanctuary from a world that can be full of hurt and pain. In my experience though, home life isn’t always a happy, comfortable place when it’s a space shared with others.
This evening, after work, I aim to write and share a very short story with you. For now, please read the poem I wrote last week:
‘Living with Fear’
When I arrive, you’re sometimes there Sitting, controlling, in your chair This is when I need my space But, home life can be very hard to face
I feel as though I can’t relax As though there’s someone, on my back This is when I feel suppressed Thoughts of eating? I can barely get dressed!
Time has passed but little has changed If only, there was to be a way Where I could live in peace, alone Because, right now, this is not my safe zone.
Thank you for reading all of this and for doing your part to support this cause and to increase awareness. If you know someone who suffers from suicidal thoughts and tendencies, take a moment to remind them that they’re not alone; tell them how much you care; how much they mean to you as a friend, relative or loved one, as I will do today.