Poem Suicide... Your dead

How Life Ends


Are you scared of not knowing how your life will end
We try not to think about how or what or where or when,

Our minds avoid the thought of that fateful day or night
It is coming there is no doubt but, will we see the light,

The bright light you supposedly see when you take your last breath
I guess we will know when the time comes for us to face death,

Yes we are all frightened of the unknown
I just hope that I will have god to meet me and not a fiery thrown,

The process of life as we all have known it
So just focus on the good in life and not just what we regret.

SUICIDE POEM

Moments are faded ink written in the journal of my past.
As they fade away, the future comes on too fast.
I look back, it is luxury as I opened my mental cage,
Releasing the love, the disappointment, the silliness and rage.

I'm reflected in a photograph, thirty years my younger me,
There I was smiling sitting toddler proud on my daddy's knee.


The girls were all in pink dresses, the men in suits and ties,
We stood in front of the church the day us kids got baptized.


A dozen eggs with an Easter celebration, our up north vacation,
Winning an award from the radio station, the high school graduation.



The album ends at nineteen, fourteen years today.
My daddy took his own life, in a horrible ugly way.
All I have are the time touched photos and memories that fade.
My life is full of life now, but the pain festers in the shade.
As time it passes, understanding comes to me with age,
It's okay to feel, okay to deal, but know when to turn the page.

Writing my journal, one day at a time,
The past is the past, and the memories are mine.
Turning the page, the world is now my stage.

GREAT TIP:

Suicide is a very ugly thing. It ends the pain for the doer, but the ripples in the water it causes reaches out farther can can be imagined. We all have issues, and there is always help. Never be afraid to ask for help, to ask for advice, or to ask for a hug. Pages keep turning and there may be a better chapter ahead. Love is in every drop of ink but sometimes it is hard to see in the blackness. Know it is there.

 

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My friend had just committed suicide a couple days ago this is what inspired me to write this.