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Shy Suicide

Disclaimer: This poem was inspired by someone else's struggle with suicide. Don't worry I am not suicidal.

Suicide, why do you hide beneath my white skin?
Suicide, why do use my fake smile for your sin?
Suicide, why do you keep your cover until
the rope is tight,
the trigger is pulled,
the pills are swallowed,
the wrists slit?
A black phantom behind my face.
A dark word behind my lips.
A night in my day.
Suicide, why do you ensnare all my companions?
They didn’t know.
They didn’t see.
They didn’t recognize who had overtaken me.
You left a message on paper;
they read in disbelief.
Suicide, you are shy, and yet you have the audacity to kill me.