A lone wolf on a mountain A fish falling down a fountain A butterfly on a flower A shark about to devour A man on a tower About to meet his death On his last breath About to fall to the ground And people crowd around The man frowned This was how he ended his life Death has the feeling of a blunt knife Yet the wolf, fish, butterfly and shark Are still living Outliving the dominant creature on earth Do we have no self-worth? Giving life away so quickly Because it got a little sickly
It’s not death I fear, I would welcome it with an open arms, Like an old friend I haven’t seen for forever, Like you would welcome love. What I am afraid is dying through suffocation When you are in a room full of smoke, And you realize that you only have these fumes That burns your chest with every inhale, to breathe. When you are choking on ether, And you can’t really feel it because There is nothing to choke on. When you are in a close space And the hot air you breathe out is the air you need to breathe in. When you are drowning in the sea And you realize there is nothing you can do about it.
Since a couple of days I am trying to **** myself.
Your so selfish! How could you leave me! Why am I the one being punished? How dare you do that on that tree... The one that held your cold body. The one that witnessed your last exhale. The one that was in the eyes of somebody. Somebody that immediately turned pale. Their stomach dropped, and tears filled their eyes. They broke down. To the ground. And shivered as the false hope left their body. Your so selfish. What about me.... How dare you.
My silent screams go unnoticed My darkend days unchecked I wish they believed me when i said it did happen The emptiness is all consuming It stole away my breathe Self harm is always an option Sucide is wish That wouldn't happen to me Because even death has rejected me The memories of being suffocated by the man you called dad totures my head every minute But now.... I got nothin to say My words ran away with my happiness
She pictures her death, The rope hung on a tree. The words you said, The lies you've told, The rumors you spread, The hurtful thought you put in her head, They all become the rope. This is everyone's fault, the people she asked for help, And told her "you're fine", The people who hurt her the most. It all becomes the rope, The rope she uses to end her own life.
Coming out of A nearby hut of mud A rose bud Used to mix with High school Students’ flood.
On the street With a bow Her I used to greet. Drawing close And casting an Affectionate glance I used to say “Hi” Often I never Failed to utter “Lovely!” “Cute one!” … In her heart a cherished Corner to buy. Though she was shy Her angelic face Smiles used to aurify.
When she comes of age I was sure to propose to her Though age gap could Put us asunder “Does that she too wonder?” I still ponder.
One sad Saturday morning A funeral procession Round the hut Drew my attention.
To her parents & siblings And , of course, To my hidden grief She opted to be brief You see She could not tolerate “Detained!” on her Grade 10 certificate.
Vexed She found it hard To reflect A pitch dark night Will certainly Cedes place to A broad day light.
Had she managed that Dark moment to outgrow, She could have Long forgotten her sorrow.
Two decades later Whenever I pass By that place I see her younger brother With sadness stamped face!
“Suicide why?” Is it not cruel Inflicting A harrowing pain On those we Will be survived by!
Is it not selfish Taking our life In to our hands Our corporeal existence To finish?
If we share our sorrow Moral prop From our confidants We could borrow This way What is unbearable today We may forget tomorrow.
Is it not better taking The bull by the horn, Circumventing challenges To stand shoulder high While many are born?///
(BY Alem Hailu G/Kristos)
Why Suicide? Based on a true story.I was asked by a Facebook group to write a poem aiming at preventing suicide.I penned this down.