About suicide
Suicide.. such a strange word
Almost everyone’s thought of it
Meaning “the act of killing oneself”
It’s such a simple thing
Just slit ones wrist, or stab your heart
To put a bullet through your head
And you never think of the other things
Like friends and family
You stop asking for help
You never think that someone may miss you
You just feel the pain
Some think that suicide is selfish
To only think of your own pain
And not the pain you’re going to cause others
But it’s really not if you just think
Most have already cried out for help
It’s just that others are too selfish to listen
It’s usually your selfishness that causes the pain
If you’d take the time to listen
Then it wouldn’t end up this way.
by
loveslustposted on 10/11/2009
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