'' You Are Truly In The Depths Of Despair ''
Suicide they say is the coward’s way out,
Who exactly are ‘’ they ‘’?
In my mind there is a serious doubt,
That this statement should hold any sway.
The Human psyche is to fight to survive,
The opposite of taking your life,
Most would do anything to remain alive,
Yet self harm can cause so much strife.
Killing another in combat is difficult enough,
But when that existence is your own,
To make that decision must be really tough,
Tremendous courage would need to be shown.
I’ve spoken to people, who have wanted to die,
Yet when I tried to get them assistance,
I have been informed they are living a lie,
They would never curtail their existence.
They’re attention seekers is the usual excuse,
Just humour them and they’ll soon come round,
Treating them this way is a form of abuse,
It’s an attitude that at times does confound.
They’ll never do it the professionals preach
They like to listen to their own voice,
To them it’s just a figure of speech,
It’s not a preference of choice.
I once tried for hours to help a poor soul,
He told us he wanted to hang,
Though we tried to lift him from that Hells Hole,
We just knew he’d go out with a bang.
Premeditated killing is what suicide means,
The difference is that victim is you,
Your mind must be blown to smithereens,
To even consider doing what you do.
When the time comes that it happens for real,
The experts say lessons will be learned,
All his cries for help they’ll try to conceal,
During his crisis none of them were concerned.
Next morning we found him hanging from a rope,
It was as if we just didn’t care,
When you get to a stage you are left without hope,
‘’ You Are Truly In The Depths Of Despair ‘’
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