Visions of a saint near
that bridge has a name.
The suicide frontier
the method's all the same.
a jump into crashing rocks
head first into oblivion.
Leave behind shoes and socks,
and aspire to be heavenly.
Waves wash away red splashes
before the blood can stain,
a church will have its masses
while many choose the rain.
A return to first opened eyes
Purgatory denounces peace to grave
to the suffering in which we wish to die,
back here all the grief & the shame.
I know this is a depressing poem but its to bring awareness to mental health issues, in both youths and adults. And know they are not alone in thinking this way.