You Matter

The last time you felt good, you played along with them, and they were fooled The feeling inside was blue and you always considered the suicide rendezvous It’s when you can’t laugh or cry, and feel it’s all over, it’s a sick dry Place one tries to avoid, a last tear drips, alas, you’re annoyed Wailing, laughing, sobbing, all of it stops even the throbbing Some people call that crazy, I call it a bad case of *rolly polly hazy It has become a revolving DeJa'Vu, Thoughts too many to count are far and few The pills stockpile is probably the thing A romantic, gentle sleep, most desiring Like the rock stars, I know ‘bout fentanyl Go all out in style like a sentinel If the signs are there, don’t judge, be fair There are signs we may see at play, that gives it away Some may have depression, personality traits, such as aggression Suicide ideation, extreme hatred that can foretell, life-weary people—Incel Find themselves emotionally ill-equipped for life Overwhelmed, depleted, marginalized The active-intent group, and this is not a lie Is an innate will to live and a desire to die Here is an ongoing internal conflict, bleaker They are categorized as the "death seeker" Having a physical illness or chronic pain, can manifest a reckless train Things aren’t going well, mustn’t complain, nag or dwell Should let somebody know, that you don’t want to live anymore A choice we do have a laud, it may not be right with God But He just might understand, maybe even lend a hand It’s just too painful today, and you want to go all the way You’ve given into the cancer, you want to go, this an answer The end of a relationship, is like an endless bad trip Another lover broke up with you, said you were possessive, strangely And once again had felt matched, you see, in their world you become attached Reborn, they are like avant-garde gods, nothing in common, against all odds Go straight to denial of disbelief, a mental state where there is no relief Aching doesn’t describe the pain, all the knives seem to lacerate the brain And well, who am I to say that my love wasn’t enough, for them to stay Time out, I need to, on their behalf, tell you that they made me laugh They don’t warn you from the start, that they are going to break your heart The seductions are always successful, feeling wanted, sexy, even sensual It is clear to all debauching more like it, persuasion of the flesh so easy to submit Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it –Rumi The “cry for help” explanation, may help us with this fascination Some suicide attempts are planned with care, but we must be aware With the goal of getting rescued, all are misled and misconstrued Setting a staged performance, one can only give in to the dance Thereby getting attention, it is a form of extreme psychosocial communication You’re not alone, for many suffer to this tone This is an attack on the heart, more like a dagger than a dart Family and friends only enable, you’ve shown them that you're not stable No matter where you’ve been, you've had your share Nothing help's, nothing compares No matter what you do, there is a gutting void in you It's all you ever wanted, a place where you belong It’s all you ever needed, a place to play your poetry song Where people know your name, where things stay the same And when you're feeling low, where someone says hello Avoid the void not easy, it will consume you Once you know it, it knows you too All the poems of doom, warning of the bitter-sweet gloom That promises would be broken and all that’s left of the words spoken Are there set in stone and as true as the chill in your bone They knew you would come undone, without any doubt they were done, They’d come back just to regret it; when you were ready to forget it Convince you they were wrong, used you again when you got strong Gave into with a finesse and now you're floating in your own emptiness The toxicity has a gagging effect, misery has won this elect Try to remember just one day when you were without disarray And you are made to believe, there are new drugs that’ll alieve Like women to men, why should men ever believe in many layers That a woman is the answer to their problems and their prayers Last line directed to: To His Coy Mistress--Andrew Marvell Enclosure is recognized only in the grave (a fine and private place), which is too late – and by definition, failure *Bipolar There are more reasons why one chooses suicide, and it’s all devastating. This is universal Suicide ideation can occur when a person feels that they are no longer able to cope with an overwhelming situation. symptoms: Too many to list!