Suicide
Is never the answer,
Even though
It may seem like the only option left.
What would it solve?
You would be gone,
Leaving your problems
For someone else to deal with.
They call it
"The cowards way out"
And,
Yet it takes a lot of strength
To go through with it.
But,
Suicide is never the answer,
One cannot guarantee things will get better,
Because they may not.
But you can look back later in life and say
"I survived that,
I survived all that pain,
All that suffering,
And I did not give up"
Suicide
may seem to be
the only option left,
But it is not.
To have those thoughts,
To feel like doing it,
May seem rational at the time,
But th
I saw your pain,
and yet I did not try to fix it.
I saw the tears,
and yet I could not dry them.
You talked of your troubles,
and yet I gave no time to listen.
I feel as though I could have saved you, now.
I made no effort at all.
I feel as though I added to your anguish.
I wanted to help, but I didn't know what to do.
I cannot imagine the pain you must have been in,
forgive me for not seeing.
Oh, God, I don't know why I couldn't see!
Blinded by my own petty distractions and excuses
Too busy to save you...
I am so sorry, Dan,
And I pray that you're in heaven as I pray for forgiveness.
Please know that I cried for you once i
I wish you happiness
As I point the gun at my head
As I tighten my finger over the trigger
I wish you love
As I shed my last tears
As I think my last thoughts
I wish you peace
As I feel my heart beat quicken
As I feel the chaos still around me
I wish you hope
As I see my dreams shatter
As I feel the despair of my heart
I wish you life
As I give in to my pain
As I greet death
You called me up,
crying,
down the phone,
you said you'd taken some pills,
and didn't want, to die alone.
Is your life,
that messed up,
you had to take steps,
to make it stop?
I cried to you,
to call 999,
you said you couldn't listen,
to voices other than mine.
your voice sounded weak,
fighting for breath,
the silence was noticeable
as if i was deaf.
The streets of heaven,
are already full tonight,
full of souls,
souls of angels,
souls like yours,
souls of people,
whose life ended too soon.
Your death,
has brought nothing but pain,
upon this world.
I'm so sick of suicide
It's everywhere I look
Pictures, and in movies
In poetry and books
I'm so sick of suicide
It's pathetic and it's weak
Blah blah blah so awful
Outlook always bleak
This life's just not worth living
Could they be any more cliché'?
I know that I just can't go on
Isn't that what they say?
Do you live in China
Without freedom's basic choice?
Are you a woman in Afghanistan?
Forbidden to have a voice.
Are you starving now in Africa?
Surrounded by disease
Or under corrupt dictatorship
Forced upon your knees
These people rise to challenges
We cannot comprehend
They live their lives from day to day
And triu