The Many Faces of Suicide
Location
Suicide
Doesn't always look like
A girl dressed in all black
With thick black makeup
And scars all over her arms
Sometimes
Suicide
Looks like
Someone who's always laughing
With bright eyes
And a wide smile
And it's always shocking,
When someone like that asends to Heaven
By their own hand
"No one saw it coming"
Is what they say
But what they didn't notice
Is how that smiling, wide eyed person
Suddenly started wearing long sleeves when the weather was warm enough to wear t-shirts
To cover the paintings they create on their arms with a blade
Or the way their
Bright eyes
And wide smile
Is a little less bright
And a little less wide
Each day
Or how their eyes flit around at the lie of
"Yeah I'm ok, I'm just tired."
No one picks up on the cues
Of a person drowning in themselves
Until
It's too late
And it's then,
that people realize
Maybe it was weird he wore long sleeves in the middle of summer
The way
He always looked so "tired"
The way his eyes grew more and more empty
And his smile seemed more muscle memory than joy
They blame themselves
For not seeing the signs
But really,
what we need to change
Is how we view sucide
As a girl
Wearing all black
With thick,
black eyeliner
And scars on her arms that she doesn't try to hide
Because sometimes
Suicide
Looks like
Someone who's always laughing
With bright eyes
And a wide smile.