Suicide

Suicide I wrote this poem at what I would call my weakest and lowest point in life. At the point in my life where the end justified the means. I believed that everyone around me would be better off if I wasn’t around. Suicide during this time seemed so peaceful. No worries-no bills to pay, child to feed and most of all no disappointments. I had enough disappointment, more than the average person could stand. I watched as everything I loved had been stripped away from me, systematically. I had people whispering in my ear; they’re with GOD and pray. In the back of my mind, I was thinking pray for what. He is not listening, if he was I still have what I cared about most. Then there was the people who told me suicide was a cowardly and selfish. My response was it would take a lot of courage to leave all that I have and as far as me being selfish; now is the time to do something for me. Looking back I can’t imagine wanting to end my life but nonetheless suicide for me was and is a reality. The reality is that there are many women suicide, life, time, reality, point, people, dream, back, am, women, week, thirsty, they’re, take, social, selfish, pray, poem, one, now, hours, far, experience, everything, end, during, depressed, contemplate, clinical, around, wrote, written, worries-no, working, white, whispering