Mizzamerica91• Show poetry

Most of my poetry is about the loss of a friend or about death. So i mainly write sad poetry. I do this because i have basically lost hope in this world that there is something good, because everything that i get attached to dies, my cats (3 of them, one of them was my best friend), dogs, my grandfather, cousin and many more people i would rather not mention. Also, i write sad poetry, because i feel that there is no hope or trust in this world. Because it takes a lot for me to trust you, its not easily gained, if ever gained. I think that certain people are out to hurt you and thats their ultimate goal in life. Although i say all of this, i am not afraid of death, or being alone, i am afraid of cages and small spaces, im also afraid of losing everybody i love, but im not afraid death, in anyway, whether it be slow, quick, whatever.

Anyway.....

Um... a little about me, i live in the UK. Im 18 years old and i am 5ft 7" and i have dark hair with brown eyes. My favorite past time is watching movies. And thats basically me... other than i like to sleep Um..it says that i live in england, but i was born and raised in the states, TX and AZ, so im really american, NOT english



Favorite movie; Fried Green Tomatoes
band; dont really have one
food; mexican
music; i like most styles of music, not classical and opera
people; like most
animals; cats, and maybe dogs, not sure

I think thats me, i am not really that interesting. lol

Suicide…
Ask the 25 year old who tried to electrocute himself. He lived, but both of his arms are gone. What about jumping? Ask John. He used to be intelligent, with an engaging sense of humor. That was before he jumped from a building. Now, he’s brain damaged and will always need care. He staggers and has seizures. He lives in a fog, but worst of all he knows he used to be normal. What about Pills? Ask the 12 year old with extensive liver damage from an overdose. Have you ever seen anyone die from liver damage? You turn yellow. It’s a hard way to go. What about a gun? Ask the 24 year old who shot himself in the head. Now he drags one leg, has a useless arm and has no vision or hearing on one side. He lived through his “fool proof” suicide. You might too. But who will clean your blood off the carpet of scrape your brains from the ceiling? Commercial cleaning companies may refuse that job, but someone has to do it. Who will have to cut you down from where you hung yourself or identify your bloated body after you’ve drowned? Your father, mother, wife or son? The carefully worded “loving” suicide note is of no help. Those who loved you will never completely recover. They’ll feel regret and an unending pain. Suicide is contagious. Look around your family. Look closely at the 4 year old playing with cars on the rug. Kill yourself tonight and he may do it ten years from now. You have other choices. There are people who can help through this crisis. Call a hot line. Call a friend. Call your minister or priest. Call a doctor or hospital. Call the police. They will all tell you that there’s hope. Maybe you’ll find it in the mail tomorrow or in a phone call this weekend. But whatever your seeking could just be a minute, a month or a day away. You say you don’t want to be stopped? Still want to do it? Well, then, I may see you in the psychiatric ward later. And we’ll work with whatever you have left.
REMEMBER; suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem