Suicide flows through our veins.
Written into our DNA, it is
our heritage, passed down
from our ancestors as a
taboo tradition only discussed
in secret.

I wonder, who was the first
to heed the premature call
of the void and
I wonder, who was the first
to witness this gruesome display
of humanity
and give it a name.

I am much too tired
to even dream
of putting paper to pen
again.