Suicide is a slap in the face to your mother and father.

Never thought I would be a counselor for troubled minds..as if I aint got enough of my own!! So many here on this site...they contemplate suicide... poems of suicidal tendency. I tell you...wait!!

 

 

Suicide is a slap in the face to your mother and father,

I'd slap you ten times twenty even though I'm not your brother

And then tell you...what you mean to me though you don’t give a damn,

You'd tell me I don’t know a thing about you...I'd say it’s alright ma'am!

(And slapping yourself really hurts when you know you are the problem)

 

To be born into this world is not a misery,

It’s another step forward towards your greater glory,

To die knowingly by taking your life is not the solution,

Have a cold shower, breathe a deep breath ...and make a new resolution.

(Learn music, sing or croak and bring your life to its rightful fruition)

 

You are a child and always will be one....don’t let evil thoughts trick you,

Your problems may grow but don’t let them trample and crush and choke you,

When crossing the bridge don’t for a second think of doin a ropeless bungee,

When punishing your partner by leaving forever ...you amplified the Devils glee.

(You’ll be roaming in dark astral worlds feeling frightened and very lonely)

 

So we can work it out babe, get your self up honey...these words seem so common,

Go and take some rest and awakening will bring out the best in you my good woman,

Brother, you too can be a father one day; someday... if you'd only just stay alive,

Mother, Father, sister, brother, aunty, uncle, granma and granpas living pride!

(You could live to be a grand old man and she'll still be a young blushing bride)

 

Stop fearing whatever you fear and fear itself will never come near you I promise,

Shine in your own light and wear on your fierce pride and you shall be luminous,

Hungry? I’ll feed you, thirty? I’ll quench you...with springs of eternal water,

Feeling despised? Oh please don’t be, tryin to hide? Ah please be free, do talk my daughter.

(If it’s a proposal yer lookin for id offer my services since my Ma calls me matchmaker)

 

You were not born to them to hang on the other side of a short rope,

And if drugs got you down I'd like to tell you you can quit that dope,

And if you have been to prison...all the more reason to live long my brother,

Don’t leave the movie halfway, we will wait till the end and go home together.

(I mean ...fade out naturally and hope our funeral day there’s pleasant weather)

 

Poison is for kitchen-rats though I'd spare them the agony,

Life is priceless, life just can't be measured in Gold or money,

And slitting your wrists is silly my Lily cause I cant donate you my alien-blood,

And starving to death is not so easy when you crave for burgers and lemonade!

(You aint a camel holdin water in your hump and you hate porridge, oats and marmalade)

 

And of all the ways to die, I never would fancy jumpin off a jagged cliff,

Your arch angels gone on strike since you didn’t pay his professional fees,

And why should he stay if you never prayed to St. Michael his top-boss?

Another one bites the dust sings dear St. Cecilia ...O what a loss O what a loss!

(While lord Yama hovers with his fancy noose and Morrison sings the blues)

 

Your mama got a picture of you ...two front teeth and in a Nappy,

Your papa bought you countless toys just to make you very happy,

Lonely? She comforted you, depressed? He reassured you...the Apple of their Eye,

Homeless? They sheltered you, Clothe-less? They clothed you...now don't feel shy... 

 (Fortunate are those that still have them alive...as some watch-over from the sky.)

Listen to me....just for a while...when infuriated...walk another garden mile,

I will hear all that you have to say...tell me your worries I'll make them mine...do smile,

We can work it out...we can shine on bright, we have and we will master our karma,

I will change your life...just as you have changed mine, it’s my duty; it’s my dharma!

(If you wanna hold your breath after all that...go ahead and meditate, be a Lama)

 

Author's Note

Please lend me a helping hand to make them understand!
Their lives are ours too!

Reviews

[Inyourshadow]

As much as I feel you poems holds wisdom and a helping hand my Religion holds no sin for suicides as seen as just wanting to go home I am a Spiritulist ( I see dead people ) Love the rhyme and reason though and always nice to see such a positive and such a hopeful poem trying only to help and make a person feel good. Keep up the good work and keep em' coming

[Brad]

really love the pump behind this. having attempted the act 3 times in my life i do know the desperate inner cry and the hopelessness of it all. it's a release from the pain, an avenue of escape. unfortunately, when we are in this state, we do not think of all the people we are hurting, only the people that hurt us.

[Christie Moses]

This one really reaches in deep and touches my heart. I had a good friend commit suicide a few years ago, and it was a painful time. Maybe this poem will help others like him that need a helping hand. It is a dark, and lonely place.

[Maimai]

Thanks for read request. good poem, keep writing! x

[Cecelia]

In times like these depression, hopeless and helpless feelings abound. It is comforting to know someone like you cares....if we can make the difference in just one persons life we will not have lived in vain....Thanks for sharing your words and heart....Cecelia

[Suzy Q]

This made me smile, just because I know that in hard times I have to keep my head held high and smile. This is my favorite poem from you as of right now. Killing yourself is never the answer. Things get better and life goes on. Nice poem :)

[Lily Mae]

Your last stanza brings it home for me.. We have lessons to be learned in this life and if we cut it short...it's just become a redo in another time and space..xx Excellent write.x

[Daytonight]

My favorite part of this poem is the last two lines. Those would be the words I'd want to hear to keep hanging on. Thank you for caring for people's lives.

[LadyKarissa]

I have been there and done this and my late second beloved husband loved me so much that I did not live. But living with mental illness alls one life isn't an easy thing. No one understands and there is still too much ignorance out in this world about it. He died in November 2008 of Prostrate Cancer a very young man still. The last words he told before he died is He loved me. Lucie

[frozensakura]

this is a great poem. very deep, thanks for sharing(: