The word suicide makes me cry
It is the only voluntary way to die
When the instinct to survive
we learn about in science class
is said to fail,
it never ceases to make me wail.
When I learned in poetry class
That Sylvia Plath closed all the windows and put on the gas
I wanted to open the windows
till all her pain would pass.
So, yeah, suicide strikes me as the saddest word
I've ever ever ever heard.
And, as an added self deliverance bonus I will cut and paste an old "poem" I wrote after Kurt Cobain died. I was young(er) and sappier- be kind. If I'm not too shamed I'll show my sylvia plath poem I wrote long ago. I never was one of those sensitive seeming Plath heads , I wasn't even into her work ,but I somehow am compelled to write things about every suicide I hear about. I even wrote one about her son, who killed himself last year.
Wished you’d screamed from mountaintops
The silent rocks looking below to where the gravel
You hid where there were too many rooms
Too many doors
In the Seattle gloom
And the fog got in with that inevitable rain
Toe on Trigger
Goodbye, Kurt Cobain
The studio was closed
You couldn’t put it into verse chorus
That chorus of shrieks
went in in in and couldn’t get out
year by year what made you flesh
has gone away,
And Utopia has signed a deal with RCA
Blues called grunge
The flightless plunge
Still Seattle rains
Goodbye Kurt Cobain