The thing that kills me is that we can't get to everyone in time
"Was found in critical condition after suicide attempt in his room..."
I wonder if their friends couldn't hear them crying
I wonder if they closed their door too many times
I wonder if they forgot to smile
It's a small failure everytime you hear,
"Teenager hung themselves from door frame with a belt,"
Every headline that reads,
"Mother of Two Overdosed on Prozac"
I wonder how everyone forgot to tell them that they are important
I wonder if I am the only teenager that woke up this morning to a story of yet another suicide
All I could tell my friend this morning on the phone was that I didn't understand
Who failed to say, "I love you."?
I remember every story I read about someone choking on carbon monoxide
I remember the day I accidentally turned on the car with the garage door closed and my mother cried:
To every single person who has killed themselves-
There is someone in the world who wants to hold your hand right now, and they can't!
I still can't understand death when I'm staring right at it!
I remember the first time I had a friend who cut themselves and I didn't do anything!
I left...
Every person is a story, and you don't need to end yours before someone can hear it.