This is a response poem to something I heard one of my 'friends' say - "People who want to commit suicide are stupid and selfish. If they want to die, I say let them. They can have fun in Hell." 

 

You ignorant son of a bitch

Let me rip out your heart 

Scrape every last piece of who you think you are away 

Until there's nothing left

Let me tell you of all the ways you are a burden 

A disappointment

 

Let me whisper in your ear all of your shortcomings

An ever-growing list might i add

Let me become the thoughts that torture you

The fears that keep you up at night 

 

Let me break every bone in your body

So you might recognize what pain truly is 

 

Then multiply that 

 

For emotional pain is much worse

Emotional pain radiates through you

Confines you within your own head

It doesnt disapear with drugs 

Or by being put in a splint for a week 

Then it heals and goes back to normal 

 

No

Let me re-break your bones when it seems they are just starting to heal

Let me see you need help then leave the cripple to walk alone

Let me tie weights to your feet and throw you in the deepest ocean trench I can find

Let me watch you while you drown 

Let me show you

What it is 

To be suicidal 

 

Tell me

Do you know what it is like to hate yourself?

I do

 

Tell me 

Does thinking three hours into the future terrify you because you are constantly praying prayers of rescue that if there is in fact a God that cares he will hear your pleas and send his dark angel of mercy to come for you so you don't have to face tomorrow

 

Tell me

When youre screaming for help

And no one can hear you

Tell me 

Will you still be so proud?

So sure?

When all you can hear are your own words besting in your chest

Worthless

Stupid 

Selfish 

Tell me

Would you still claim that you would not

Even for a second 

Think of taking your own life?

 

Tell me

When you see a scarf do you think:

A: Yea, this will go with all of my outfits

Or 

B: I could make this go with my outfit 

 

Tell me

Does everything in your sight

Become a potential tool

Of your own destruction

 

My answer? 

It used to 

 

Tell me

When you tire of waisting what little energy you have to convince other people that you are fine when you are anything but fine so you let down your facade 

Only to find that the people you thought were your friends 

Were wearing a mask of their own

Will you be surprised?

 

And when the night comes 

When you feel you are out of options

When your brain is not even fully functioning because you have been so depressed for so long that chemicals are missing 

Tell me

When you genuinely believe you are 

Hated

Worthless

Stupid

When all of your thoughts dwell upon the heartache you have cause your family so you think theyd be better off 

Happier

Healthier 

Without you

Would you still call your thinking selfish?

 

I dont think so

 

Dear pompous ass

While i now know that suicide is never the answer

I did not always see the overly-cliched light at the end of the tunnel

However

The difference between you and i 

Is that i have experienced what it is to be depressed and suicidal

You have not

Therefore

When it comes to topics you have neither experience with nor sympathy towards

I invite you to keep your opinions to yourself and your mouth shut 

 

Because hurting people near you just to prove your point

Thats selfish

And passing judgment when you have no right

Thats stupid

 

So you see my dear friend

Suicide is not stupid and selfish

You are