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Suicide
  Do you know what it’s like to feel beautiful?
  To be able to look in the mirror and only see beauty?
  Do you know what it’s like to feel brave?
  Not afraid of the shadows
  Not afraid to go to school
  They never knew what that felt like
  
  Do you know what it’s like to feel worthless?
  To feel like you don’t belong?
  That you're ugly?
  Do you know what it’s like to be terrified?
  Terrified to go to sleep at night?
  To go to school?
  To go anywhere public?
  They felt that way every day of their lives
  
  Do you know what it’s like to be happy?
  To love life?
  To want to live?
  Do you know what it’s like to be excited?
  Be excited to wake up?
  Be excited that you're alive?
  They never knew what that felt like
  
  Do you know what it’s like to be depressed?
  To know true darkness?
  To hide your true feelings?
  Do you know what it’s like to cry?
  To cry and not be able to stop
  To not wanna wake up?
  To not wanna be alive?
  They felt that way every day
  
  Do you know what it’s like to watch death happen?
  To see all your friends slowly die
  To see them kill themselves
  Do you know what depression is?
  Because they did
  
  They had depression engraved into their skin
  On their wrists and thighs
  They had it written on their tear-laced faces
  And mascara stained pillow cases
  They woke up every day
  They Wished, Hoped, Prayed that today would be the day
  
  The day they didn’t have to be scared anymore
  They didn’t have to fight to live anymore
  The day they can just give up
  The day they didn’t have to cry anymore
  Because they hoped it’d be over soon
  
  Do you know what suicide is?
  Because they did.
  And now we do too
  
  Now we’re left to bury their engraved bodies
  Left to make sure you can’t see their wrists and thighs
  We’re left with new tear-laced faces
  Left with our mascara stained pillow cases
  We’re left wishing, hoping, praying that we notice the next time
  
  That we won’t let it get that bad the next one
  We hope this pain will be over soon
  We hope the tears will stop soon
  That we might stop trying to figure out why
  
  Why we didn’t know what suicide really meant
  So now we ask you
  Do you know what suicide is?

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This poem is for Destri 09/30/2008, Devin 12/12/13, and Savannah 03/13/14 we love you.