Suicide isn't a Thank You

I’ve reached the end, my only friend

Around the bend I’ll send you my regards

I know it’s hard, we’ve come so far, but everything will eventually be over

What goes up must come down

And before found dead and buried in the ground, I promise not to frown

Maybe if you’re in town visit my grave, but I’m sorry my sadness wasn’t a faze

And if your soul is more than grazed by my departure

Know that through the torture and the pain, you were the one who kept me sane

In sunshine or rain, refrain from crying, because at least I found relief through finally dying

I’m biding my time, with every new rhyme it’s a struggle, I can’t smuggle happiness back into my life

With all this baggage and luggage, I act like I’m at peace but the truth is I’m being weighed down

I pound at the barrier between me and others, my prison, I’m chained and bound, pulled down, buried in the mud, I was forgotten

But I’ve risen above it

I love it, life, and every knife in the back has bought me a crack in the wall, however small, someday I’ll break free

I’ve brought forth emotions that have sought to honour the ones who never run from my side

I don’t abide by reasons to cry unless they are tears of joy or a new way to get stronger

When I rot, a goner north of my goals, dead in my hole at least I’ll know my soul was honourable

And if your sad, don’t be

I know you think suicide isn’t a thank you, but it’s a sign of escape

Have faith, my honours always been a stake, don’t worry, fake words, tongues that lie, will eventually break

After all, what goes up must come down

And when that happens you will no longer frown, stick around and keep your mouth shut until you have the right to speak

Because suicide may kill me, and weak freaks are fodder for lies, and propaganda flies its flag until the target dies, but words won’t kill the truth

And even though I’ll never know it, you will, write the story, and don’t worry about me

I’m already free

Author's Note

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

You are expressive and write lines with power in them, a not common thing. But please, don't romanticize suicide-- it is not an escape, as I found out the hard way in my 20's when Is I suffered a deep clinical depression. The Power that permeates the Universe--call it God, Allah, Karma-- does not seem to like it (suicide is in fact self-murder: no one likes something they created being destroyed.)
I realize these are just words to you, and the common idea today seems to be that we are just matter, animals who will one day die and become extinct. But suppose, as people have sensed and some experienced for thousands of years, we posses a consciousness that survives (and predates) our mortal bodies, and there are other worlds this 'being', the soul, can go to after death (as it has come from another world before birth). But not all these worlds are filled with 'the white light', heaven-like-- some may be far darker and more terrible than you can possibly imagine.

[Zoya]

Quite intense...heart rending at the same time. The pace seemed to increase with each line. You have some wonderful and true to life sentences here. I hope this is fiction though. A nice read. Keep writing!

[apennylate]

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Exactly... Words can not break truth... No matter what they do to our physical bodies... For words ARE truth... If only we had a line into the next side of things... See if the quick-get-out was worth it... A freeing write, and stirring thoughts put in well rhymed tone...

[Jackie]

It was deep and sort of sounded like it was from perspective of the one who was sucidal. Youve painted a very vivid picture of a very dark and depressed character. Lovely resd. And thanks for sharing

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Am so worried about you my friend. Please do not make this permanent decision. I send love to you and assure you that the world and we need you and your voice. You are blessed.