Poetry

There is a theory that people insist
has to be right and has to be this
people choose when they die 
how they die and their friends ask why
well I am here to tell you the truth 
its not all bridges rope and a noose
peoples emotions build up inside 
’til it gets too full and they cry and cry
their minds tell them the opposite of reality
which just turns out to be a fallacy
the force it turns out is greater than gravity 
which pulls them into a state of self pity
the captured person would plan it out 
how they’ll die they’d scream and shout
So now I plead don’t be mislead 
just bear this statement in mind instead
Suicide is not chosen it happens when pain
exceeds the resources for coping with pain 
and I hope making this poem wasn’t in vain