Gravestone

It seems like the most common reason for suicide, or "ending it all", has to do with an emotional disturbance. Sure, persons with intractible pain from some sort of horrid acquired disease fit in the category, but they represent the smallest fraction of life-enders. No, it's those emotions that are the culprit........they lead us astray and into, complicated thinking conundrums.

She had stress

And definitely sorrow, 

So much, she wondered

Will I know a tomorrow, 

That isn't a repeat

Of my miserable day to day,

If my life is like that

I don't think I want to play.

She had a lot of pain

And too many goodbyes,

It's kind of overwhelming

When everyone dies,

Those that mattered so much

At the same time, oh, it hurts,

No Emergency Broadcast System

Has those kind of alerts. 

But wait a minute.....Living

Sure beats being dead,

No matter what kind of nonsense

You have placed in your head,

Because I have met old ones

With seven major diseases,

They don't want to leave

Even the worst of the sneezes. 

Waking up in the morning

On the top side of dirt,

Sure, that seems kind of morbid

But, no matter how you hurt,

You could still make someone happy

And perhaps, alleviate THEIR pain,

Wake up under the gravestone?

Baby, you missed the plane!

8/6/14