Suicide such a tragic way to die. By one’s own hands. To whom does death target these tragic ends. Is it those who can’t or is it whom is scared. No matter why or whom death takes by the soul. Roping the life out of those how asked why. But why does it have to be thine own hands? I once held a knife and my life flashed before my eyes and I stopped before my heartache took my own life. And boy am I happy that I did. And Those perfect people told me I was seeking lashing out for attention. Whom gives people the right to decide why or why not I didn’t take my own life. It takes a strong broken person to take thine own life but an even stronger one to put down the knife. Suicide is the death of the broken and scared. It does not matter if by knife or gun the death has the same tragedy as even a pill that slips them to sleep still broken with fear. But why take one’s life why let your heart stop beating the very beat you kept beating for so long. Why couldn’t thine hold one for one more happy thought one more person to walk through the door. You screamed for help but no one heard you. Why didn’t you scream louder. But You screamed till there was nothing left but you body and the very vessel that held a happy soul. But as you hold that knife your soul is already gone there’s nothing there to help you hold on. You reach out and no one see or throws you the line. You’re drowning,fighting for the light. Till there’s nothing but the blind you tried to hide. But suicide what a tragic why to die. They punished you to hell but wasn’t your life one already. If it wasn’t hell that drove them to death then what was it. So why throw the broken and scared to a place of monster,  the very ones they feared. Their families are ashamed of the death the claimed. But part of the blame is there’s. So why is it that they act all high and mighty.. is it they are guilty I mean your blood is on there hands. Have you ever been to a funeral of a person who commit suicide. It’s quite sad and all you hear is don’t blame yourself you couldn’t have done anything. That is the biggest lie ever told to man. Those just people acting all sad are really the ones that committed the murder. They were too high to see how low the lost soul really was. So I think we ought to change the narrative. Instead of saying they committed suicide it should be they were drove to suicide. No one person stands with a knife in there hand thinking what would happen if I was to end. It’s a soul who has been beaten down and tore about. But don’t feel bad for us they’d say in hell we’re re only  the ones who never got to tell our tale. So judge why don’t you, but get it straight it’s not our tale being told it’s what you wanna say. So suicide such a tragic why to die. So don’t blame the person who probably begged for help. You turned them away so many times that they couldn’t find any other way. All the while you stand at the grave yelling at them that they should’ve stayed.but how is it when they were yelling you couldn’t hear what they had to say.So Suicide what a tragic way to die. So when you see someone one on the ledge put the phone away and rush their way, And say that there’s another way. So when the look at you so lost and when the finally step off just know that on their way they knew someone cared enough for them to stay it was just to late. So Suicide such a tragic way to end. A story never told.