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Posted on June 18, 2019 at 9:00 PM

Amidst all of life's daily issues, thousands of people still struggle in dreadful silence for a shamed, unspoken reason. Some are willing and able to talk about it. But only a few are actually strong enough to do something about it, in others, even while braving their own menacing storm.



Th;s”

Poem written by: Jim R. Irion



Many of you may never know

       what was going through their mind.

Most still don't or will not

       understand why.

When the signs are, or were...

       supposedly missed.

How the pain can linger

       and lead to relapses.

Point a finger. Whose fault it was.

Blame is not that important.

Or why do it at all??

The nerve. The selfishness...


Yeah. Good one.


Especially when we are so

       deceptively surrounded

       by people who think they know you,

       and assume to know your feelings.

As if humanity has always been

       so dearly sweet and welcoming.

Why can't we all just get along?

That is the bloody problem.

Getting along should not be cliché;

       scapegoating negative attitudes.


No. It does not matter

       that I am almost thirty eight.

Wow. Who is this guy?

He must have it great!

Dressed well. Still living at home.

Oh so young still, many joke...

What's the matter with him?

Why no career yet?

What are you waiting for?

Id-i-ot.

Is it starting to

       sink in any, yet?

I'm an enemy of society,

       and for not choosing sides.

Is this really

       such a surprise?


Gay pride or politics.

Employed or unemployed.

African American or Caucasian.

Christian or Muslim.

Homeless in shelters

       or high-rise owners.

Reformed addict, currently addicted, or prison time.

Mental health recovery, still struggling, or institutionalized.

Oh, but you missed us;

       scattered all around.

The ones who just want to live

       yet feel so ready to die.


; know why...


It is time our society SToPS

       with divisiveness, hatred, and hypocrisy.

This kind of pain actually kills people.

Every. Single. Day.

Bright, caring, funny,

       as compassionate as can be.

The most wonderful people

       you will ever hope to meet.

I consider myself fortunate

       to have lived amongst them.

Unfortunately it is true.

I live on borrowed time, too.


All these years I have not been able

       to choose a single career

       without feeling I just don't know

       what to do with my life here.

Suddenly, my age nearly doubles.

Sometimes it feels crippled.

Or worse without having found

       a partner, no kids, or a purpose.

Even less of a reason to live.

I hope I don't overdo it.


I am a survivor of suicide loss,

       and a suicide attempt survivor.

Honestly, my pain has yet to heal.

I'm sorry if the truth is difficult.


The sooner people accept this,

       the sooner you can save us.

Just please don't hold out

       too much hope for me...

Helping each of you

       is my reason to be.

Not all of us make it.

But some of us do.

Th;s is for

       all of you.


<3



#ThePainIsVeryReal

#TheLoveIsRealToo


#ItMattersHowPeopleAreTreated


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Categories: To Know Me Better, Mental Health & Awareness, Poems (self-written)

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