Suicide: a Convoluted Comfort

April 24, 2011
Break yourself
Let out a sigh among the wreck
Pick up the shattered remains
Don’t care if they cut the flesh
Don’t care if the blood stains what had once been
It doesn't make a difference
All alone in the rabbit hole
With no white rabbit in sight
The world is up there
But the sobs echoing off the emptiness
Reach their ears too late
A convoluted comfort
The knife glints in the darkness
And all because the misstep that made you fall
Was just an illusion





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UNserieswriter said...
Dec. 18, 2011 at 6:31 pm
Don’t care if they cut the flesh
Don’t care if the blood stains what had once been
- if by these lines you mean we should stop caring about suicidal people, then i agree. the problem with suicide is all the attention those people get. and that is a problem because what do suicide cases want? Attention- whether for better or worse. some want it for narcassistc stupidd reasons, while others genuinly need help. but it's the wrong thing to do either way. if EVERYONE ignores it,... (more »)
 
radicalhonesty replied...
Dec. 18, 2011 at 7:20 pm
I was saying that the suicidal people don't care. I think we should care, but in a helpful way. In this poem I just wanted to show what a mistake suicide is. There are so many good things after that one bad thing.
 
UNserieswriter replied...
Dec. 18, 2011 at 7:30 pm
oh okay. and i respect your view. :)
Mine is defintely cruel, and i can see how you would disagree.
 
JoPepper said...
Dec. 3, 2011 at 9:25 am
This is very imformative, if sucidal people read this it could probably change their minds or think twice! Keep up the good work!!! 
 
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