I’m doing more projects at work focused on youth mental health, and wow is being a teenager with clinical anxiety still vivid in my mind. This was never me but the stats are so bleak for teens today. If you’re reading this and you’re a teen–or anyone struggling–stay here another day. Green’s your color.
To the Young Who Want to Die
by Gwendolyn Brooks
Sit down. Inhale. Exhale.
The gun will wait. The lake will wait.
The tall gall in the small seductive vial
will wait will wait:
will wait a week: will wait through April.
You do not have to die this certain day.
Death will abide, will pamper your postponement.
I assure you death will wait. Death has
a lot of time. Death can
attend to you tomorrow. Or next week. Death is
just down the street; is most obliging neighbor;
can meet you any moment.
You need not die today.
Stay here–through pout or pain or peskyness.
Stay here. See what the news is going to be tomorrow.
Graves grow no green that you can use.
Remember, green’s your color. You are Spring.