Background: Just to be clear, at the time of writing this I am not suicidal. I have been in the past and this is just airing some thoughts. While I do not believe that discussing suicide creates the act, this is fair warning of this content. Read at your own risk.
Shhh … this is about suicide
Talking about suicide is considered societally taboo
Assuming thought become actions, that hurt you
But is that a fact or simply what society claim true?
Should we, in feeling like that, hide our reality from view?
In the period before dying
Are our final days marked by lying?
When we reply that we are fine
Our reality, we just can not define
In the aftermath with mourning, regretful crying
Do they wish they had continued trying?
Did you hear the response you wanted for your busy life?
Never realising the degree to which we were in strife
The air is full of the rotting stench of blame
Despite the suicide note, family feuds aflame
The eyes of society, lowered for the shame
This act engenders a societal, notorious fame
They say suicide attempts are an attention seek
That in doing so ,the person demonstrates being weak
The silence in their pain can be seen as them being meek
They, unable to contain emotions that continue to leak
I choose to suicide, I want to die
I am ready for that final goodbye
In this moment I do not, can not think of you
That would require a major mood breakthrough
Your role in this, is, as always
You are, who I let you be, in my life
Try to listen through the lies haze
The signs pointing to suicide, may be rife
Note: This is disjointed and I will return to it and possibly make more than one poem from it. Feel free to give me any advice.