I thought I’d write a letter with a Samaritans pen,
I’m glad to say those days are gone when I hoped my life would end.
As all I have’s a story, one of life and death,
Of days gone by, of soul-broke cries and a life of love bereft.
It starts off as a young boy, sincere but insecure,
Abuse so vile removed the smile of one that was born pure.
But smile you shall my young cub, to show them you’re strong,
If only I had realised to pretend is truly wrong.
In those days you didn’t complain, those days you didn’t tell,
Had I only heard my heart I’d avoid those years of hell.
It was a silent torture that only ended yesterday,
When I confronted shadows that I thought were here to stay.
See, I could not keep a partner – surely I was not to blame?
It was always “their fault”, but I now know this to be lame.
We have to face our shadows, we have to face our past,
Uncover those hidden issues and lay them to rest at last.
So don’t despair my brethren, you don’t have to feel alone,
dial 0800 58 58 58 ……. We’ll be here at the end of the phone.
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