STOP Suicide Poem

Poem About Begging Someone Not To End Their Life

When life gets too hard, and existence itself seems endurable, why should anyone hang on? When you reach the point where even the thought of the people you're leaving behind can't stop you, it is impossible to look back, to see the light in the world. I have a friend who has reached this point many times and attempted to take her own life on multiple occasions. There is so much I wish I could say to her. So much. I know it might not make a difference, but it helps me to know I tried.

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My story is a sad one, as are many of the ones you have to deal with. It's about the loss of my youngest son, who took his own life on August 23, 2020...the day after his 30th birthday. He...

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© more by Olivia M Likens

Published: December 2015

How can I tell you
How can I say

What you'll miss
If you throw it all away

How can I warn you
How can I show

This is not the end
Don't let go

How can I make you understand
How can I make you see

You still have a life
You have a choice, listen to me

Let me explain
Let me plead my case

You life is worth the world
You can't be replaced

Don't do it
Don't make this choice

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ABOUT THE POET:

"I suppose it will all make sense when we grow up."

Hey all,
I'm a sixteen year old kid living on the gray side of Oregon. I don't consider myself to be a poet, writer, or artist; my poems are just my method of self expression. I rarely write with a focus on word choice, rhythm, rhyming, or style. I prefer to just let it all flow. In my...

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  • Karen Mckay by Karen Mckay
  • 1 year ago

My story is a sad one, as are many of the ones you have to deal with. It's about the loss of my youngest son, who took his own life on August 23, 2020...the day after his 30th birthday. He had been suffering from mental health issues for about 10 years. We tried to get him the help he needed. He would go to the doctor and get on meds, but as soon as he felt better, he would stop. I could always tell when he stopped. His moods changed. He was always on the highest level of anxiety. I and his sister would tell him he had to stay on them to continue feeling better. He was married and had 2 boys. They are very young. He loved his boys, they were his life. As the years went on, he made it through his days, now that I stop and think, he was always happy, had lots of friends. He got into the world of addictions, drugs. He had made up his mind long before that day, he was done. If only we, I, could of seen it. Being his mom, I should have known. It's my job to protect him. I live with the shoulda, coulda, woulda.

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