Poems

Suicide

I'm writing this in the hopes that if I expose my thoughts of suicide, perhaps it will trigger other people to talk about their thoughts of suicide.

Just openly talking about it and putting the words into the world can save lives. If you think someone might be suffering from suicidal thoughts, ask them straight on and listen. The most important part is to listen.

I sit alone in my car
On my way home from work
Another day, another dollar,
For my back needs a shirt.

In the middle of traffic,
A thousand things happening,
My thoughts turn tragic,
My demon is tapping.

I picture a gun,
Firm to my head,
A pull of the trigger,
My skull starts to spread,

My brain starts to scatter,
An instance of pain,
My world starts to shatter,
My blood leaves its stain.

I can't tell you how many times,
These thoughts cross my mind,
But I'm lucky, I have someone who'll listen,
To my thoughts she's not blind.

She doesn't judge, or call me a freak,
Like they did when I was younger,
My tears start to streak,
I tell her about it, 

She doesn't offer advice, 
She only listens,
a place on her shoulder,
it's saved my life twice. 

So if there comes a time,
Today or tomorrow,
When the world breaks you,
and all you feel is sorrow, 

Just tell someone about it, 
If you call, and no one will come, 
Just give me a shout, 
I swear I won't run.

Your life is valuable,
it's not so absurd, 
to think what you think,
so tell me your words.

I promise, your hurt will be heard. 

This is my way of telling people that their lives are worth saving. I'm not a talented singer, or an actor, and I'm not famous. But what I can do is use my vulnerability to try and help others, the way I was helped.   

Being vulnerable can save your life. I am not weak for doing this, and you won't be weak for reaching out either. It takes strength.