DON'T CALL ME 'PRECIOUS' (WHAT THEY DIDN'T SAY)

Mon, 03/19/2018 - 02:16 -- Arlea

Don’t call me

‘precious.’

Don’t be

fictitious 

with me.

Don’t be the one

to bite your thumb

when I’m the one

already done

before everyone.

Don’t bite your nails

when my name is

written out

read out

wept out.

‘We miss (my name)

what a shame

if only (my name)

didn’t blame

herself.

If only (my name)

if only,

if only,

if only…’

No.

Don’t say that either.

Don’t cry

if I didn’t tie

a loving note to my chest;

if I didn’t say

‘goodbye’

because I said it

in my heart,

I promise.

Don’t spend hours

in the shower

wondering,

pondering;

wishing,

regretting;

missing,

forgetting.

Because I did plenty

of that 

before I leapt.

Don’t jump to conclusions,

or dwell on disillusions.

Don’t lay

the blame

on (your name)

that area’s grey.

Stay away

from the ‘not okay to betray’

stuff.

I gave myself the blame

an eternity before the rope went taut.

 

 

That’s what they didn’t say.

Didn’t…

want to say?

Know how to say?

Know when to say?

Too scared to say?

Does it matter?

Words are simply

wind if we don’t hear them

empty if we don’t understand them

pointless if they didn’t mean them

daggers if we can’t handle them.

Why wonder at what wasn’t said?

Instead,

bow your head

and pray.

Pray for the one who

jumped choked bled overdosed.

Let us hold them close to our wretched hearts

and stop wondering at the explanation that’s sought.

Reach out, it won't all be for naught!

Tell them they're precious, before the rope goes taut. 

 

 

suicide is a terrifyingly prominent cause of death around the world. you never know who might be suffering. PLEASE REACH OUT! 

 

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