Tag: suicide

I’m So Sorry

I’m So Sorry

A colleague of mine committed suicide and I can’t seem to forgive myself for not being able to do anything for him. It breaks my heart to know that he was in so much pain and I couldn’t comfort him. I’m just so sorry…so so sorry.

 

I need to say I’m sorry
If in any way I let you down
That I didn’t do a thing
When I witnessed your frown

You stood there in the hallway
Looking lost and confused
I wanted to ask if you were fine
But within me I then refused

I feared you’d be embarrassed
I feared I’ll enhance the pain
Now forever in my heart
This grave regret will remain

Maybe my words of comfort
Would have done you some good
Maybe if I had spoken
You would have felt understood

Maybe you wouldn’t have decided
To take your life this way
Maybe I could have extended
With your family your stay

Wherever you are right now
I pray that you’re all right
That you are now at peace
With yourself no longer fight

Gone Too Soon

Gone Too Soon

Today I heard that a close friend had lost her friend to suicide. It’s hurting more than I can imagine. Here are my thoughts:

 

In life I did not know you,

But why does your death hurt?

I guess despite being a stranger,

I realize your worth.

 

We’re all to go someday,

But to feel you’ve had enough,

On your shoulders a burden heavy,

For you it must have been tough.

 

Unfair I feel is the stigma,

On one who suffers in mind.

They’re just aching immensely,

If you speak to them you’ll find.

 

Don’t let another soul perish,

Because you don’t understand.

If you can’t take care of heart,

At least don’t leave their hand.

 

Departed soul, I wish you well,

Wherever you are now,

I’m sure we will meet someday,

I don’t know the when and how.

 

They’re Around

They’re Around

The above image is from this beautifully written article: http://www.annemoss.com/2016/10/20/suicide-not-act-selfishness/

I think sometimes people need help, but don’t know how to ask for it, and even when they receive it, they sometimes don’t know how to accept it. But to those who don’t know, it’s never a purposeful, thought out, deliberate choice to struggle with a simple issue: to live or not to live.

 

People think that ending a life,

Is for people to them unknown.

While all the while they’re around,

People who are emotionally thrown.

 

Maybe the actor you love to watch,

Maybe the colleague you say hi to,

Maybe the guy cleaning your car,

All individually trying to make do.

 

You wouldn’t know what happened,

It might even be a terrible shock,

But they were prisoners of mind,

To them all doors had a lock.

 

Knowing wouldn’t change anything,

It wouldn’t make anyone care,

Each one in reality is to their own,

That is s life’s truest despair.

 

That’s why people take a chance,

And pour their heart out to strangers,

There is no judgement, repercussion,

It just to deal with, their strength betters.