I don't think most people understand depression suicide PTSD or the cycles that they come in as if they were tides.
People don't see past the smiles and laughter to the darkness within; That you could be surrounded by love and feel okay yet still be dead
That no matter how much comfort or peace you have it still gnaws away in the beck of your mind and chews a hole in your heart.
Cut wrists and suicide attempts aren't a cry for attention but for help; does anybody out there hear me? see me? feel the way I feel? does anybody get that I am on the edge and losing it? why does nobody listen? why don't they take me serious? am I worth anything?
It disgusts me we execute the wounded and condemn their suffering; Maybe they shouldn't feel the way they feel, but it's how they feel, so quit trying to tell them to stop feeling that way! QUIT TRYING TO FIX THEM
Just be there... they need to know they aren't alone.
Not exactly poetic, but I wanted to get my point across as sharply as possible.