A thread is cut,
Another flame’s blown out
By the cruel winds
Of this world;
A voice crying out for help,
Is crying no more,
Drowned by this sea
Of suffering,
And neglect.
Another’s soul gone,
But not without a trace.
There’s denial,
Denial that they’re gone,
That they’ve left you,
That they won’t come back,
Not now, not ever.
They’ve gone off the deep end,
To the place of no return.
There’s anger too.
For they’ve gone and left,
Without truly thinking
About what they’re leaving behind.
All the people,
Family, friends, peers, or otherwise.
All the ones that cared,
And loved them.
Anger for the selfish action
That took away someone they loved,
One that caused them such pain,
And left such devastation.
Anger at themselves,
For not seeing the signs,
For not seeing the pain
That they were in.
They can’t bargain
For the one they love is already gone.
A selfish act
Has torn lives apart,
One choice,
One decision.
It ripples across the pool,
Forever changing it.
It’ll never be the same,
They’ll never be the same.
There’s depression,
There’s mourning,
And loss.
It’s what happens
When you lose someone,
It happens every time.
Tears are shed,
Hearts are broken,
And pain is etched
On every soul affected.
Lastly,
There’s acceptance,
Sometimes it takes days,
Sometimes even a lifetime,
There’s no telling.
There’s letting go,
Forgiveness,
And moving on.
But there’s no forgetting
This one act
That took a life,
And wrecked so much havoc.
It’s not all it’s cracked up to be.
For this one act,
The act of taking one’s life,
It has a names that strikes sadness,
And fear,
Into all those who hear it,
It’s called suicide.
Sure,
There’s the attention,
The few seconds of fame,
The pain that drove them over the edge
Is easy to forget,
For the one’s unaffected at least.
A few weeks,
Months,
Or even years of pain
Isn’t worth that,
It’s not worth
The endless possibilities
Of those days that’ll never come.
Who knows,
It could have gotten better,
The breathing could have gotten easier,
The pain could have faded,
The heart break could have gotten better.
But those who have gone
Will never know.
Instead they chose to end it,
And cause such devastation.
Is suicide worth
All those days,
All the lives,
All the smiles,
All the laughter,
And all the possibilities
That could be.
Is it worth the pain it causes?
I know they’re hurting,
Depression stings
More than any poison,
More than any wound.
Sometimes just letting go
Seems so easy.
But suicide is not painless,
Not for all the ones
Who were left behind.
They don’t truly know
The effect it’ll have
Until it’s too late,
They don’t impact it’ll make,
How many people they’ll break,
Or how many will follow in their wake.
One selfish act
Is all it takes
To end a friendship,
To tear apart a family,
To ruin a community.
Is suicide worth
the one’s left behind?