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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem to convey the severity of depression and suicide globally and express the complete ignorance some face daily.

Submitted: March 29, 2017

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350 million of us beg for a saving grace,
A mass that is never acknowledged,
Silent cries that lie behind the face,
Laying victim to careless ignorance,
And to a world we would yearn to erase.

Is it that nobody understands our pain?
Or that they concern only over self-gain?
The fact that very few bothers to find a solution,
Draws us ever closer to a temping execution.

Perhaps if only you could see,
Our gaping crimson crevasses,
You could hear our desperate plea,
That you would finally notice us,
And unveil a deprived sympathy.

Oh, how we can pray for our salvation,
Its absence beacons our life’s cessation,
With only darkness’ embrace,
Where I need not wear a false face.

And yet still we continue to drown,
Into deep and dark waters so thick and quiet,
Liquid remaining cold and weighing me down,
Like the mind’s painful torment,
A suffering that ought to be renown.

We’re that mass that stand before your eyes,
That lives in a loveless and forlorn fight,
So stop and take a moment to realize,
And ask us “Are you truly alright?” 


© Copyright 2017 Jason Millar. All rights reserved.

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