The Hanging Rope Poem by mark white

</>Shall I commit a heinous crime
To get help with my issues
You see depression doesn’t count
Its yesterdays front page news
Yet 1 in 4 in the UK suffer
To come to terms with life
We are not psychopathic killers
Who run wild with a hunting knife

Often we are the victims
Or we just find it hard to cope
The only care they will give to you
Is when you’ve noosed the hanging rope
I always thought prevention
Was better than any cure
So why ignore our cries for help
Just leave us feeling so demure

We are neither invisible nor just moaning
Yes our illness is really there
We don’t want to use the hanging rope
With the use of a wooden chair
Its not good money wasted
To help us dry our tears
Please show us some compassion
To alleviate our fears