Suicide’s not the act of the weak,
If it had been - as we shall see -
Its rates had been even higher,
And its victims less shy.
Suicide’s not the act of the poor,
By all ranks so heavenly adored.
Depression its most common cause,
Taking account for devastating loss.
Suicide’s not the act of the young,
Of all who drowned and cut and hung.
It resolves the neverending sadness,
Releasing us from everlasting madness.
So lower down the judgement
And offer to the suicidal friends
Some of the love you held inside…
…for so long
~*~ Dit gedicht is geschreven in de hoop wat meer begrip te wekken voor zelfmoord. Diverse comments op zelfmoordgedichten laten me zien dat zelfmoord onterecht wordt gezien als zwakte. Er zit zoveel meer achter, en ik hoop dat er meer begrip zal zijn voor degenen die er dag in dag uit zo onder lijden. ~*~