Enough is Enough

(This poem’s goal is to emphasize the importance of mental health and resilience to aid in suicide prevention.)

Despair’s running rampant, stealing lives as it goes.

Twisting the minds of who wallow in woes.

The young, and the old, the rich, and the poor,

No one seems exempt from Sir Death’s rising score.

In sadness he dances, in sorrow finds glee.

He pushes the weary to run and to flee.

They flee from their hopes and their logic and dreams,

Taking their lives, tearing others at the seams,

These poor solemn souls feel alone on this earth,

Listening to Grim, as he squashes their worth.

They think that it’s hopeless, and can’t see past the pain.

They fall prey to fueling their own cloud of rain.

Suffering in silence, confiding in none.

Plotting the time for the deed to be done.

Far too many lives are being given away,

Passed off with a shrug, for they can’t bear to stay.

The apathy, sadness, whatever’s to blame,

Needs to be stopped, and we all know its name…

It’s miserable and hurtful, what’s happening here.

It’s time to rise up, and to conquer our fear.

Without hope, patience, love, we’ll be ripped away.

To fight Grim, remember to cherish each day.

REBEL against Grim, change his darkness to light.

Despite present darkness, you will be alright.

All things come to pass, both the good and the bad.

It’s okay to feel sorrow, to be tired and sad.

Just don’t let it rule you. Don’t let darkness win.

Think of your potential, your loved ones, your kin.

Force your eyes to see past this dark curtain ahead.

For nothing will ever improve if you’re dead.

You do not leave a legacy by taking your life.

You leave behind heartache and lost love and strife.

Suicide places a knife in Death’s hands,

Giving him power, spreading pain at his commands.

It’s time for the reign of Sir Death to be done!

Rip the knife from his hands, turn away, and run!

Run towards your hope, and your future and your light.

It’s there waiting for you, you just have to fight.

The struggle is worth it and once you come through,

You’ll find far more beauty than what you once knew.

Think of buried seeds, in darkness they grow,

Up through dirt, bugs, and cold, to earn the sun’s glow.

Once they emerge, they have beauty unmatched,

Just like the chick from a dark egg, now hatched

It’s time to stop giving Sir Death games to play,

It’s time to fight through the sad times of each day.

I tell you.

Love, patience, and hope are the way.

(Suicidal thoughts are a serious matter; if you or someone you know is struggling with this, please visit my “help” page via the tab at the top of this page for a list of USA and outside of USA resources that may help you!)

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