A handful of pills
A gun to the temple
A noose around one’s neck
Or perhaps
Standing at the top of a tall building.

If I could change anything,
I would change our suicide rate.
Why should a person feel so horrible
That they need to take their own life?

Is it because they feel unwanted and unloved?
Do they feel ugly and disgusted?
Do they feel unaccepted?
Are they not happy?

Please
Lock away those pills
Put that gun down
Untie that noose
And step away from the edge.

You are wanted;
I want you as a new friend.
You’re not ugly;
But beautiful on the inside and out.
You’re not unaccepted;
I accept you for who you are.
You can be happy;
Let me bring out your lovely smile.

So I beg,
Think.
There’s always someone there.
I promise.

How do I know?
Because I’m sitting right here,
Waiting for a chance
To save someone’s life;
Like someone saved mine.