This was sent to me by 16 yr old Hastings girl. Warning its a poem about a suicide. Kia Ora whanau my name is Mariah Richmond I am 16 years of age and this is a poem that I have made to show my interest in suicide prevention. The awareness needs to be shown; we need to make better progress in the environments and communities that we live in to prevent the amount of people that are taking their lives. My poem is aimed mainly at youth and I believe that if we gave a voice on behalf of those who feel as if they can’t speak out then in baby steps we could prevent suicide in many ways. This is dedicated to Deichan Whaanga who recently took her life. My poem is called ‘A voice that wasn’t heard’ Things have changed since I was in 1st grade, my friends are fake and I learn about rape What happened to fractions, decimals and lunch trades? All that surrounds me now is red tape. I remember swinging on monkey bars and pulling the merry-go-round not getting beaten up with your own blood on the ground Putting your hand up in class was called respect now all it causes is a violent reflect One hand goes up but not to ask a question do you know what I mean? What’s your suggestion? Rhetorical questions always got me in the top books now all they get me is a head hook I ask myself the same question every day, what’s the use in living with all this pain? That boy over there who is now in a gang at the age of fourteen hardly sees the light of day or even knows the grass is green The girl looking in the mirror with cuts and bruises hides the truth because it’s what she chooses The community I live in is crawling with police looking for criminals but what about those families on the street with no lease I hide behind the curtains every time they walk past because I know all they’ll do is laugh The same girls who wrote statuses about me day in and day out just because I still attend scouts I don’t trust a soul in this city; my parents are always busy so I can’t talk to them, what a pity. I feel invisible like people see right through me, maybe it’s my own fault why people just let me be. I try to understand the cruelty of it all but in the motion im just so small. So today I made a decision to take my own life, I want no more pain so I grab that knife. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem that I chose to risk today I know there are countless more solutions but this gives me no price to pay.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 02:41:43 +0000
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