Suicidal Style

There is no look that comes with sadness,

There is no certain style.

At the end of they day, we've all walked our own mile.

Whether you wore heals for that, or a snapback hat.

Suicide has no style.

Whether you smile and laugh all day or keep to yourself,

The weight on your shoulders wears you down like a shelf.

Whether your house is a mansion or has a dirty floor,

Either way suicide can be knocking at your door.

Anyone you see can be suicidal,

and if someone says otherwise they are talking bull.

You have a right to be respected for your mental illness,

and there are people out there to help you deal with this.

You belong in this world and your life does matter,

and if someone takes their own life a thousand other hearts shatter.

Don't let a stigma decide whether you can or cannot be depressed.

Your feelings are just as valid as all the rest.

Suicide has no style.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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