How To Save A Life...

Step one you say we need to talk
He walks you say sit down it's just a talk
He smiles politely back at you
You stare politely right on through
Some sort of window to your right
As he goes left and you stay right
Between the lines of fear and blame
And you begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

Let him know that you know best
Cause after all you do know best
Try to slip past his defense
Without granting innocence
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
And pray to God he hears you

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life

As he begins to raise his voice
You lower yours and grant him one last choice
Drive until you lose the road
Or break with the ones you've followed
He will do one of two things
He will admit to everything
Or he'll say he's just not the same
And you'll begin to wonder why you came

Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend
Somewhere along in the bitterness
And I would have stayed up with you all night
Had I known how to save a life...

... what do you do when it involves your own? How do you tell yourself to open and let others in? How do you use your own advice for yourself? My life has taken an interesting twist ever since I came out to my mother. Conversations with her are the strangest ever, we don't talk the same way we used to, we haven't laughed in almost two weeks... ...I've come to a point where I truly hate being at home. Here, the definition of a family applies to the extent that Mariah Carey is black: it ain't happenin'. As many have told me, this was expected, as I know it was myself. But some small part of me hoped that my mom would not act this way and just accept me for who I am as I did not choose this lifestyle. Yes, I made a choice and that's to be something, or better yet someone who reflects who I am inside, not what my environment sees as normal for me to be. And sometimes, these kind of things can get to one's head and cause them to inflict harm on themselves, some even paying the ultimate price. I will not take that road. Yes, it will give me rest from all the bullshit I've had to go through, but bringing tears to the eyes of those I care about will not solve anything. I decide to fight for what I believe in, alive and kicking. It took me 9 years to get out of the closet and I am sure as hell not going back for anyone.
So how do you save a life? Help it live and show it that the light at the end of that dark tunnel is not an oncoming train.