on suicide

Why choose to leave, this life.

Is it the heartache, the pain?

This cannot be a rational choice.

I nearly one made this choice.

In a moment of deep pain and rejection.

The kitchen table, a serrated steak knife,

and a bowl full of tears.

So grateful I was, no firearms, I owned.

But what about the baby.

The key to the firearm he found.

This then nonrational choice,

cannot be undone.

When you come to this choice,

choose life, if you can.

This life is all, your life matters, this life matters.

If you cannot choose life, choose to wait one more day.

If I had made that choice, that day,

all of the joy I have today would have been lost.

Choose life, If only for me.