***, 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?