Poetic Realism Reborn

Our generation is too accustomed to suicide.
These numbers in our generation have multiplied, and as an explanation, they are unjustified.
Too often people turn to suicide as a self-expression, not to mention, the rate of depression constantly climbing higher; as we wait for suicide to cease fire.
Yet the question remains why?
Why do people feel the need to die?
My observations have brought me to some realisations; that this brutality has become our normality.
All this talk living lavishly yet we fail to live happily, with the number of casualties putting loved ones in agony as they lose somebody to suicide.
This problem is denied and simplified to try and hide the state of mind we are in.
Forget pride, open your eyes, because it can’t be denied – when we lose a brother or a sister to suicide, this problem is felt nation-wide.
Anxiety is the sun shining into our lives, it touches every corner and fills every gap.
My precious people in the sound of life too many lives are suffering silently to the name of anxiety.
But to what is left of our society, we need to be kinder, our words – wiser, we need to wake up and help the people who are slipping into the hands of depression via the suppression of their feelings.
For by this, we offer progressive healing.
So today I challenge you, if you are not struggling, my dear darling don’t worry your time will come, everybody struggles whether you admit to it or place yourself in denial, your time will come.
Do not obfuscate this situation.
Do not wait until you find yourself running your hands through the cremation,
Of someone you loved, it’s too late, and now you are left on the ground screaming condonation.
Because you didn’t acknowledge suicide before you found yourself mourning;
for him who had no more tears left to cry and nothing left to give,
for him who however many times he would try he had no desire to live.