CW: graphic depictions of suicide, blood, self injury
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Suicide notes carved into bodies,
Blood splatters on white porcelain,
How can you be blind to the suffering when it's written on the walls of your bathroom?
The wallpaper from the 60s smeared in red,
Caution tape around the living room,
Ghosts wandering the hallway that's been "empty",
A picture perfect family torn to shreds in the gossip column of a newspaper,
Tears shed in a courtroom,
"How could we have known? "
Maybe it was the slits on her wrists,
Maybe it was the sobs you could hear in her bedroom that you attributed to "teenage angst".
Maybe it was the way she would flinch when you'd scream,
When you'd point fingers and somehow she'd always end up in the middle.
A sentence for 6 months for neglect,
But a lifetime without your youngest child.
A million pounds on your shoulders that'll wear you out by 55.
When you go on suicide watch during your stay in the county jail,
It does not come as a shock.
The CO says you deserve to feel that way,
We'd be better off without you,
And you want to hate him but you know it's how your daughter felt.
When the officers do the rounds and find your body limp and lifeless on the floor,
They do not weep.
They call the coroner,
It's ruled a suicide,
And there is no funeral.
There are no weeping widows,
No solemn family members surrounding a coffin.
No church bells rung,
No choir singing,
Just a grave digger in the bitter winds of January,
And silence.
Unmarked graves and unsaid apologies haunt us more than a million words could do justice to.
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