Dark Poetry

...Suicide...

Suicide... it's just a word. People who just hear this foul word, feel nothing. It's nothing to them. They don't care. They never did. They care when... when... WHEN IT'S TOO LATE!

They all care when you're at the roof hanging, they care when your car is in the middle of the ocean, they care when your head is splattered on the walls, they care when you're finally gone...

Suicide isn't funny, but what is funny is that you never cared until it was too late. You don't know who will just give their life away. It could be that kid that you thought was weird and never spoke to before when in reality they are dying inside of family abuse or he's being bullied because he's the odd one out. It can your teacher who is stressing out over grades, his wife left because of a stillbirth or cheating on him or it's just the fact that no one treats him with the proper respect that you probably don't give him.

In tragedy you can lose your best friend. The one that tells you everything, the one that make you smile when they are around, the one that makes you just happy to be alive. You find out they are dead and now what? You didn't read the signs? There is no signs. When it's too late. Some people don't talk about their problems.

Your best friend could have been raped by her father for many years and you never got the hint every time he got home and he told you to leave in return her eyes just got filled with darkness. Every night her father got drunk or got home and he tells you to leave. Why do you think she wanted you to sleep over at days? She talks about much her mom hated her because she grabbed her father's attention so much. That why she left in the first place. The other reason she left is because the man she knew and loved was a total drunk. It's the damn alcohol that he has been drinking. Don't you see that every time that you get something out the fridge you see a heavy stacks of beer or whine. It's not because it's stocked, but it's because he wants to forget his wife and every time he looks at your best friend, it reminds him about her so well. He told that if she told anyone that she would die or that no one will love a whore like her. You didn't see the scars on her wrist? Well maybe you didn't also see the screaming she was trying to tell you. She was screaming for help and you didn't give it to her. Yes she was afraid, but if you were truly a best for her then you would have seen all the signs. Now she's screaming. Six feet underground and the depths of hell. You could have been there.

The another best friend. The one that you love and care about. He is always happy. He makes you smile and laugh when playing games or doing what you like. In the end, you find out he was gay and since he's raise by strict Christian parents they abuse him for his different act. They send him to camp, they make him read the bible, they also lock him up in the basement without food and water till the "Gay" goes away. This will never go away because you are who you are. The only people who can make you feel pathetic are the one that let you. It's his damn parents. The ones that he trust, the ones who raised and loved him. Just because he was born different doesn't mean a demon was possessing him. He was born the way he his. He's a normal human being just like you and I the only difference is that he liked the same gender, but now he wants to fly. He indeed flew by the rope around his neck suspending him in the air that is.

What I'm trying to voice is that suicide is not an option and should be taken seriously. If someone says they're gonna do it, then immediately go to serious mode and talk to them about it. You never know if you can be their only salvation. What do I think about suicide. It's a double edge sword in my eyes. One side can free you from all the problems that you are facing, but the other side you can hurt the ones you were trying to protect. Let's talk about the good things about giving your life to the Reaper. The pain and suffering will go away, the people who made you feel like nothing will be gone and the best of all is that you don't have to care about anything anymore.

Sadly, yet true these are most positive parts, but here is the bad parts which tips the scale more. The ones who truly love you will feel regret of not caring, your mom after carrying you for months and the pain she endured to keep you healthy, just her baby gave up in the world and died. Your siblings or friends who you see everyday didn't get the signs and now that you are dead they think to themselves if they were good enough for you. Some people can produce a creature such as yourself and you feel like you can't take the world just ending your life is the best option. The best option is doing your best because in reality you will succeed and it will get better. Believe me. I surpassed this stage, taken in my accounts that it took many counseling and prying it out of me.  I eventually cave, but in my result I did it on my own by do my best and not caring what people thought. I just cared for what I want because I'm not a follower. I'm an individual. I still appreciate all my friends who've been there for me and more. In the end this was more of a rant than a poem, but it had some slam aspects to it so poetry book it is.

Sincerely
~Crimson
Peace, Love & Genocide...