Don't Run

A life never falls in quite the same way,

Not sure if I have anything left to say,

Friendships are munching,

Heart's are crunching,

Everyone just wants to help.

But help isn't helping anymore.

Suicide threats are yelped,

My heart feels like a constant sore.

Difference is, I'm not like the rest,

I won't yell my thoughts,

Or plans of death.

Why make it worse?

Why curse the curse?

But in my solitude of paper and pen,

I can speak my mind, and my heart my mend.

Maybe I'll feel better..

By writing a simple poetic letter.

Curse the thoughts running through my mind,

Why must these thoughts be on my side?

Why does death

Torture me so?

Thoughts or death

Are very low.

I just want some peace,

But that's not simple for me.

Self-control is knowing you can

End you life at any spand,

But self-control is deciding you won't

End you life, find a way to cope.

No matter how far you go down the wrong road,

There's always a way to go back.

Maybe with this, we should all go,

Go and find the happiness we lack.

Reviews

[*** Hey Jude***]

This is a strong piece about how suicide and the people who experience suicidal ideation; like I have since I was 8; to many attempts to count, but very thankful that I was spared by grace. Now it's been over a decade since I truly tried to leave this earth.
I now realize how selfish I was, and how much I still have left to do on this earth before I join my creator. Love the whole piece; these were some of my fav. Lines.
"I won't yell my thoughts,
Or plans of death.
Why make it worse?
Why curse the curse?
But in my solitude of paper and pen,
I can speak my mind, and my heart my mend"
Looking forward to reading more of your work! I'm not doing anything but reading now. On and off line as I have many responsibilities to take care of right now. Keep Shining Becca ~ Judi :-)