A little poetry...

A little something on Suicide...

A shadow of what you once were,

Now swaying in the wind before me,

What ailed you so?

Once bold and free,

I hold you in my arms,

Turning fragile, now broken

I remember days of sunsets,

When you still smiled,

Life passed around us,

All but a blur, with naught

A care, in the world

Reality held down,

By a mere breath

Then life imploded

Right onto us

Paper by paper,

Project by project,

Exam by exam

All, mist through

Outstretched fingers

Silent witness

In their soiled marks

I gave you my hand, and you threw it aside

You grew weaker, and fragile,

The spring in your step replaced

By silver weights

I was there with you,

I saw your eyes lose their luster,

As they grew darker,

I felt every migraine with you,

The growing fatigue

I gave you my hand, and you threw it aside

As a flower cloaking itself for long slumber,

You receded into the shadows,

You grew lonelier, as you cut friends

Like falling leaves in autumn,

You shut the doors

On beloved drama,

Your art grew dark,

And formless

Beautiful none the less,

Though our praise fell short of you

And that too ceased to exist

I gave you my hand, and you threw it aside

Your concentration slips,

As your interest begins to fade,

You grow bitter, sorrowful,

You forgot the taste of happiness,

Of life,

You stumbled, groping for it,

Moving from the sheltering shadows,

And into moral flames,

Leaving most things to chance

I felt what you felt

I gave you my hand, and you threw it aside

With you now in my arms,

The mere shell of someone great and loved,

With but the semblance of what once was warmth

With skin powdered pale with death

I now demand you accept,

I offered you my hand,

And now

I demand you accept

My heart

P.S. Try finding the 5 signs of Suicide


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