𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓟𝓸𝓮𝓶𝓼

𝓘𝓰𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓢𝓾𝓲𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮

𝓘𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓯𝓯𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓵𝔂

Of love, friendship, or loneliness, Suicide may seem an option

Yet...Ignore the voices

They're here to distract us, Ignore the voices

All they bring is hurt, Ignore me too

I'm just another soul, Trapped in the helplessness of life

I'm just another victim, Of pain and suffering

I wish my voice to be acknowledged

I wish to know what my voice means to say

And I wish I knew what my heart means to do

With all the swelling emotions and feeling mixing up inside me

I wish suicide was an option, And although it may sometimes seem like one

Ignore the voices, Ignore them, but not me

We're all just part , yes it's true, of The world's true cruelty

Yet, ignore, move, on, be like me, trust me, believe me

Times change, trust me someday, it'll be better

I am truthful for I have suffered, Ignore the voices, but not me

I'm a victim too, remember me, and mark my words, for they are filled with honesty

Someday, it'll all be better, that's right, not perfect, not movie-like, no,

Better, then think of me when your time comes and you realized you felt atleast a twinge of happy

Even if suicide was, an option, there are plenty more, and believe me, one of them is to keep going on

It's not that easy I'll admit, so if you're not self-centered, here's a tip,

Someone has it worse, think of that, and when negative emotions wash your way, you will realize

Your pain isn't invalid, or unjustified or fake, but remembers, always, someone is having a worse day

That's my tip, to forget the option of suicide, I became invulnerable and invincible towards the pain

All because I remembered the words of my predecessor when he said the same, "Some have it worse"

So I strode through the pain, made it through the next day without choosing the option of suicide

Always I thought, if nine of ten people make it, so can I

If I could, trust me you can, if not, if you don't have who to love, to hold your hand, hold your own

As did I, if I could so can you, ignore suicide, for yes, it is an option

Yet I promise you, the best, is to be like me, to be like many

Survivors of ourselves, survivors of the worst tales

Be like me, I'm hurt yes, but I made it here, didn't I?

All because suicide stopped being an option.