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.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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