In observance of Suicide Prevention Month I thought I would share a poem I wrote when I was about 16 years old. Here we are many years later and I still struggle with depression and suicidal thoughts. But with support from counseling and family I have been on a good path towards healing. I share this poem not to idolize or promote suicide, but rather to bring awareness to how the mind works for someone struggling with depression. It is ongoing and can lasts for years. It is not something that should be taken lightly and if I can help just one person than I would be happy. Take time to ask someone you know who is struggling with depression how they are doing. Who knows, you may just save a life.

Suicide

I often think of suicide

Wondering what it be like.

Is it right or is wrong

Because the way I feel is very strong.

I think of ways in which to die

Hoping one will catch my eye.

A slit to my wrist

Is on the top of my list.

A gun to my head

Is a way to be dead.

An overdose

And death will come so ever close

I believe in fate and destiny

And hopefully, death will be, my finality.

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Photo: KATARZYNA BIALASIEWICZ