Ok, so this poem has weighed heavy on my heart for 15 years now. It needs a release. I need a release. This was written when I was 14 years old. My best friend at the time and I were going through some very dark times in our lives. Honestly from just before this was written to 16 was the darkest time of my life. See my dad was dying… slowly and it was the hardest thing I have ever witnessed even to this day. One of our really good friends was killed by a driver not paying attention. I don’t remember exactly why this was written I know I wasn’t contemplating but it was something going on and something I needed to get off my shoulders and out of my brain.
Here it is a poem written by a scared 14 years old finally seeing the light of day 15 years later
Suicide, why do people do it?
Is it a release or a punishment?
Why do people choose suicide?
Because they gave up on everyone
Or because everyone gave up on them?
Do you have to be mentally unstable to commit suicide
or do you just have to choose?
Does it take a lot of courage and willpower
Or do they just wake up one morning and say I’m going to kill myself?
Does it cross their mind that it will hurt everyone they’ve been around?
Do they have people that love them
Or does everyone hate them?
Have they ever had friends
Or have they been alone their whole lives?
Do their parents pay attention to them
or is it all a game?
Do they do drugs
Or are they goody goodies?
Have they ever loved someone
Or have they not gotten close to anyone?
Have they lost a good friend
Or have they not had a good friend?
Have they ever hurt anyone?
Do you know a suicidal person
Did it work or did it fail?
If it failed did they try again and again till it did work
Or did they give up after first try?
Did they start making friends
Or did they stay with no friends?
Did they fall in love with someone
And be the happiest person alive
Or did they get used to be the saddest person alive?
Do they need attention
Or have too much attention?
Do people judge them
Even though they don’t know what the have been though?
Do their friends talk about them behind their back
Or do they try to stop them before it gets out of control?
Do you love them
Or do you love them?
Are they overweight
Do they have medical problems? Are they dying
Or did they just come alive?
Do they need your help
Or have you helped them too much?
Will they let you help them
Or do they refuse your help?
Have you walked past them when they were crying
And you didn’t help them because you thought they had enough help
And you’d rather go on like nothing is going to happen
And be all cheery?
You never even tried to become friends with them
Did you want to be their lover but were afraid to be rejected?
Did you love them but kept it a secret
Then felt sorry when they were gone?
Thought it was your fault because maybe you could have made them happy
A friend, A lover,
Someone for them to care about
Someone that cared for them
So they would feel better about themselves
Did they love you but you didn’t love them
Or loved them but they weren’t part of your “clique”
You would of been rejected by your “friends”
Why do people do it?
Is there an answer to that question?
THINK ABOUT IT