Suicide the headline screams
And everyone turns their head
Too frightened, too shocked, too ignorant
To acknowledge that he is dead
Whispers in the corridors
As slowly rumours spread
An overdose, a bridge, a rope
A gun put to his head
A visit to the state mortuary
Where platitudes are said
As they slowly draw the curtain
For a viewing of the dead
Widow standing silently
While poetry is read
Mourners walking one by one
To the harbor they are led
Flowers scattered on the sea
A brightly fragrant bed
Whilst seagulls cry overhead
He is dead, he is dead, he is dead
Stigma Of Death Through Suicide Poem
Hi Audrey, Thank you for responding and sharing your story with me. My husband also suffered from bi-polar, so I understand your fear and your pain. What got me through the many years was to...
Suicide
Published by Family Friend Poems June 2014 with permission of the Author.
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Hi Audrey,
Thank you for responding and sharing your story with me. My husband also suffered from bi-polar, so I understand your fear and your pain. What got me through the many years was to constantly remind myself that there is the person and then there is the disease. When he was on a high or a low, that was the disease - beneath his actions or words, was the person I loved.
I'm not sure if this will help, but I spoke to a friend who was also bipolar depressive and she put the whole disease in perspective. She asked me how I would feel if I woke up one morning and was told that my son had been killed during the night. I replied, "Devastated," and she said, "That's what it's like to wake up each morning when you are bipolar." I hope and pray that you and your daughter have the support that you need to fight this disease each and every single day. Thoughts are with you.