A delicate subject, a delicate thought.
A thought I had been pondering.
Times are tough for many,
all in same or different ways.
No matter which *** you are.
Who's to say who's better off?
A mental break down could be near.
One may be stronger minded,
maybe stronger willed.
Maybe ones supported,
from loved ones that are here.
For those who are broken,
good chance you feel alone.
It's sad but true.
this thought we've had,
To end our lives.
A dangerous thought so many have.
A simple get away.
Living can be rough,
even very scary.
Our hearts can break so deeply,
Our brains can overload.
It's difficult to understand,
the amount each one can bare.
To feel like your alone,
to know you are afraid.
It's hard to judge a person,
who took their very life.
Sure you may not get it,
You may not understand.
I do not feel it selfish,
a struggle they where facing.
I really wish they hadn't.
A similarity we've all kown.
A feeling we've all felt.
This truth is very real.
A painful thought,
It's really so surreal.
A life is usually taken,
when a persons luck is down,
Or bullying has occured.
It may happen when addictions have overruled,
For some a medication with a side affect.
No matter the reason for suicide,
a reason they have felt was right.
Who's to say it's right or wrong?
A moment happens quickly,
when in pain and misery.
No truly happy person,
goes to think this way.
I wish they hadn't died like this,
so sad and all alone.
I wish they didn't feel that way.
I wish they had a person near,
I wish they hadn't hurt that day.
I wish they knew tomorrow would come,
a chance to start again.
I know they feared tomorrow most.
I don't feel them selfish in anyway.
In fact I bet, they felt they where so many different things,
Burdens to society, An Ugly face, a useless space, worthless and pathetic, stupid and a coward, unloved by all, who'd miss this stupid face.
They may even have felt Betrayed by one or more, a joke to ones around. Insulted by ones they trusted.
A broken soul needs mended.
No matter of their feelings,
deep the feelings went.
A while they built to that,
A while it took to break them.
A fight they tried to make.
Be mad there gone, be sad for them.
They where broken souls,
in pain they bared.
Life they feared.
know it wasn't to hurt you.
The pain they couldn't bare.
The thoughts they had where deep,
the tears they cried where real.
A cry for help they had,
hand to hold they needed.
How sad it is they didn't know,
the love we had for them.
We all have our up and downs,
Struggles we've all shared.
Similar thoughts in all our heads,
at some point it's there.
A hurtful subject, a sensitive thought.
A fight we fight daily,
a battle I hope we win.
For suicide is hurtful,
no matter who you are.
A tryful test for all of us.
I hope your not alone,
and if you are, you sould know,
I love you all out there!
Suicide is very touchy and difficult. Because we have all felt suicidle or known someone who has. It isn't easy for any of us. Many say it is selfish of the person. I really don't think it is. I believe it's the guilt we face feeling like we failed them and weren't there to help.
