In goes one,
Head hung low.
Arms in a fold,
Hands deathly cold.
Stares and glares,
Across the room.
Panic emerges
As they hover
and loom.
Small pleas
and prayers
Leave their mouth.
But no sirens heard
When they begin to shout.
A shout becomes a cry,
A cry for a guide.
Somewhere to hide,
Feeling ready to die.
But no guidance
They recieve,
All alone and weak.
Waiting for nothing,
Responses are bleak.
No comfort to share,
Not a word of care.
No genuine meaning,
Just simply speaking.
No heartbeating,
Mind leaving,
As you rot
In your own mistake.
As your soul,
Once young and bold,
Now ice cold,
From another life
Not saved.
Now in goes two,
Bodies hung so small.
Words spoken in tired voices;
'We are the ones that made the call'.
This poem is showing awareness to suicide and how some mental health issues are treated with little to no care nowadays. It is not taken seriously and seen as an annoyance or attention seeking to others. Be aware that if someone makes a comment, it can affect others greatly. It is ******* both the person feeling suicidal and the loved ones around them. Be KIND! show kindness to others, especially in their most vulnerable state. If you feel that you or any other person you know is feeling this way, please call for safety.
