Suicide

"Now it's time to be buired" The last time I was buired it took me two weeks to the brambles out of my small-intestine and bear piss off of my mustachillo.

Suicide certainly is an important issue, and one that people are often too afraid to confront in their poetry. For how much longer can modern society function under the pretense that suicide doesn't exist; that people are incapable of taking their own lives; that depression and anxiety aren't becoming increasingly prevalent on today's troubled streets? Time and time again these issues are brought to the forefront of the modern agenda, whether it be through the media, or simply a recent News, and time and time again we're all to eager to dismiss these warning signs under meaningless slogans such as "Drugs", "Prositution", "Suicide", or even "Aborted Foetuses".

I found your poeme refreshing, given the current climate of apathy that seems to be raining down on the very face of modern society. You haven't shied away from the issue of suicide, but have tackled it face on in a mature and sensible way. You've dealt particularly well with the fact that following a suicide, the person who has committed the suicide, rather than being alive, is now dead. I think that's something we should ALL be thinking about, let alone those who are actually considering suicide as a way out because they have been taking too many drugs.

Thank you for your time, Alyssa91. And thank YOU for this poeme.

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buried.
careful with the spelling...
If you are thinking of suicide, don't do it. I hope that you are mature enough to know that life will get better--pain dulls with time.

as for the poem, some of the rhymes seemed forced, interrupting the flow.