***, Not Suicide
Suicide is going on in the world
But can we really call it so?
People die each day
With every insult, in anyway
Getting pushed around
Shoved into lockers
No one bothers to help as they fall to the ground
The heart can only take so much
And eventually it gives up the will to pound
So can we really call suicide?
When people have killed their hearts?
I don't believe so
I think of it as something else
Murder, not suicide
Hear me out
I'm not saying to end your life if you think so
But...think...
Are you done thinking?
Here's what I have to say
They might have murdered you emotionally
They might have harmed you physically
Yes, I believe it's murder not suicide
Yet...when you kill yourself...
And someone has caused that....
They murdered you....
When you pick up that blade...
When you pick up those pills...
When you pick up the beer...
Who do YOU murder?
But can we really call it so?
People die each day
With every insult, in anyway
Getting pushed around
Shoved into lockers
No one bothers to help as they fall to the ground
The heart can only take so much
And eventually it gives up the will to pound
So can we really call suicide?
When people have killed their hearts?
I don't believe so
I think of it as something else
Murder, not suicide
Hear me out
I'm not saying to end your life if you think so
But...think...
Are you done thinking?
Here's what I have to say
They might have murdered you emotionally
They might have harmed you physically
Yes, I believe it's murder not suicide
Yet...when you kill yourself...
And someone has caused that....
They murdered you....
When you pick up that blade...
When you pick up those pills...
When you pick up the beer...
Who do YOU murder?