Poetry Feelings

twenty-four

when people tell you they want to kill themselves, listen.

yes, they are asking for attention. give it to them. they deserve it.

they have spent so much time in the dark, fumbling for the light switch.

you are the glass bulbs. you can shatter above them or you can light up.

Freud said that suicide is murder turned inward.

when we want to murder someone else, we murder oursleves instead.

that explains why suicide is the 10th leading cause of death, while homocide is the 16th.

the most common reason for suicide is social isolation. watching our lips move in the mirror.

screaming and being ignored.

we have thoughts trapped up in birdcages with a door rusted in self-doubt.

here we are, alone. here we are: we make tumblr accounts.

by midnight, 105 americans will have died today by their own hands.

so yes, if you have isolated someone, you are only adding to the problem.

fuck you if you have ignored their texts, hung up on them, or blocked them when they had something important to say.

if you took one physiology course, you would know that social isolation is suicide.

yes, fuck you if you told people that they can't spread their stories like wildfires.

you are not the victim in this story. don't make them clog their drafts with 67 pieces.

one day they may stop using their words altogether.

if you have made it through this, keep going.

you can make it through again and again and again.

you are not tied to the feeling of isolation, no matter who throws it at you.

do not sit in sorrow. you are not the problem.

you are the solution. keep walking through glass shards.

who's the one that died in the 40 seconds it took you to read this?