Dying in the Name of Education

A Poem by L. Aericko

Of course it's in our heads, but that doesn't mean that it's not real.

Just today,
I was told depression wasn't real.
None of what I was doing was out of sickness,
It was only for attention.
And what they do not know is that I've spent more time trying to resist the urge to kill myself than I have living.

What they will never understand is how addictive the red flowing from thin lines and shallow gashes can really be.

The call of the void is a terrifying thing to those not used to it,
But I've grown used to watching my body decay before my very eyes.
This pull to speed up my inevitable end isn't doing anything to ease the anxiety.

We hide what we can from the world because we fear being the lone man out in the sea of life.
Those of us that want to die but wish for death to stop calling only have so much resistance to the void.
We hide it,
Sometimes too well.
After all,

It doesn't mean I have it if I'm still around.

People seem to forget the fatality of nonfunctioning organs.
Your brain is an organ,
And it can be broken.

How much longer are we going to be killing ourselves until you understand this?