I will be tying this post into books, just to keep myself sane, but first and foremost this post is about suicide.
The tree does not know what it’s like to forget the sun.
The birds can only imagine the loss of the clear blue sky.
I know my friend what it is to feel like there is no other choice.
I know that deep abyss that makes you yearn to take your life.
Dear friend, dear soul once the act is complete,
There are hearts a plenty that will show and hear you weep.
That loneliness and anger that tore you apart
It will grow and it will fester when you realize they have no hearts.
Your feelings and your mind, they are not important to them.
The badger and the hen, they want to know the reasons and why you could be so cruel.
They do not know that you committed this act for you.
They can not understand the pain that caused you dear,
To take up a knife and render your veins a bloody mess.
But I will know, and I will hear your fears and your tears and you reasons why.
I will not judge, I will not cry
At your selfishness and your conceit
I will hold you in my mind and in my soul
I would commiserate if this were not a single path that you are to tow.
For now I will write about our experiences and our pasts.
I will listen to your words that you are not yet able to speak.
And the tree, the birds, badger and hen, they will be there to make sure that it takes as long as possible for you to get better again.
Just remember that I am here and I am able to help you make it past
The rocks and the brambles that the act has put in your path.
Here are some books that may help others understand suicide. All of the books are recommended on the website SAVE (I will let you know I have read none of these books and have no personal opinion on them)