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This ain't mine, but I'll post a Shane Koyczan poem verse just cuz:

He was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree.
Adopted.
but not because his parents opted for a different destiny
he was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy.
Started therapy in eighth grade,
had a personality made up of tests and pills
lived like the uphills were mountains
and the downhills were cliffs
Four-fifths suicidal
a tidal wave of anti-depressants
and an adolescence of being called "Popper".
One part because of the pills
ninety-nine parts of the cruelty
He tried to kill himself in grade ten
when a kid who still had his mom and dad
had the audacity to say,
"Get over it!"
As if depression can be remedied by any of the contents in a first aid kit.

To this day he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends,
could describe to you the way the sky bends
in the moments before it's about to fall,
and despite an army of friends who all call him an Inspiration,
he remains a conversation piece
between people who can't understand
sometimes being drug free
has less to do with addiction
and more to do with sanity.