Hockey Is the Reason I Choose Not to End Myself at the Start

Hockey is the reason I chose not to end myself at the start

Now, rough doesn’t even begin to explain it – at all

Haunting me for years, was something that I tried to hide

It didn’t go well – if you didn’t notice – didn’t go well at all

I remember starting to cry – oh, why the hell was I crying?

And then I remember being asked – what is wrong?

I barely remember what Madison said – someone had died

But I sure as hell remember what I screamed.

“I want to kill myself!”

I couldn’t keep it in any longer – but I shouldn’t have let it out

My whole team heard me, they heard what they did

I just don’t think they thought they would hear it from me

Good God. Writing this sounds like a story book to me

But sadly, only I know how true this is – how pathetic

I remember the next day – going to Sheppard Pratt

I didn’t want them to admit me – to call me suicidal

But who am I kidding when I say that I don’t want to die?

No one

But – do you know what made me smile that same night?

Hockey

The Pittsburgh Penguins and the Chicago Blackhawks

The two most meaningful teams to me – made me smile

I don’t remember their score – I don’t remember if they won

But Sidney Crosby and Evgeni Malkin and James Neal

And Jonathan Toews and Patrick Kane and Patrick Sharp

All managed to save my smile for another long week

I can’t pass up a chance to see those boys in action

And if – one day – I get the chance to meet any of them

There’s one thing that I’ll tell them.

“Hockey is the reason I chose not to end myself at the start.”

“Thank you.”