A Sonnet To The Suicides.
There once was a girl who just wasn't having it, So she crept around one night and took all of the pills in her cabinet, They tried to save her, make her throw it up before she sold the farm, But this was just another tragedy, another story of self harm, The misunderstood, No one listened even when they could, No it's not the answer, even when of hope you are bereft, But sometimes life crosses out the other choices, it's all you have left, Now it's selfish, and I don't wholly consider this action, But more understanding needs to go into the reaction, When someone leaves this Earth on their own volition, When the weight of it all crushes them into submission, When love, joy, and hope leave them to be, Someone who decides to leave eternally.
