A dark room. Silent and alone
They, the broken, the unheard…
It is fitting they are alone in this very last moment
As they have been alone in all other ones.
What other sign did you want?

A shaky breath, cold wind,
Empty stomach, blood dripping.
Drip, drip, tracing patterns
On their arms.
Carving their stories no one would hear.

A gun, a knife, rope, pills, drowning,
Unsteady hands hold life and death.
Decide, decide, like a drum beating, demanding.
They, the broken, the unheard…
They are gone.

They, who we pass unwittingly day after day.
They, who smiles do not come easily from.
They, who run and run away but still have hope
That you will come and save them.
And when that hope is crushed….

Remember the fallen:
They who have looked in the mirror and
Decided they couldn’t stand it anymore. They who
Took their life because no one saved them…
Because they thought no one loved them.