Suicide is the one form of death that has quite a stigma attached to it. It brings with it a feeling of shame and betrayal. It is not the same as saying to someone "My father died in a car crash" nor is it the same as saying someone died from a heart attack. Having to explain that someone took their own life can be quite a difficult thing to do as we have no explanation as to why this dreadful occurance took place.

Suicide amongst young men is currently growing quite significantly around the world and I hope that by reading my poem people can see the effects that suicide has on those that are left behind.

I have dedicated my poem below to the memory of my father the late James Evans who sadly took his own life on the 29th October 1990. May his soul find eternal peace.

Suicide

The power to supress

The pain and the loss

The tears and the saddness

The grief inside

Lying there

Dormant

Sleep please, oh sleep

The memories suppressed

No power to deal

With the pain that you caused

The gap no one can fill

Your selfish act

Leaves me broken

Afraid to love

Afraid to live

Through suppression I survive

Suicide not only killed you

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