i fucking hate that one poem on instagram

[overthrone]

i wont name the poet because i feel like she's just misinformed but the poem goes like this,
"
the morning after you take your life will be like any other day

your leftovers will sit in the fridge

your car keys in the drawer

and your phone on the charger

except it will have 17 unread messages from your mother

telling you that she was just giving you space

that she didn't want to push

but she's here she's always here

because you will always be her baby

the morning after you take your life

your brother will punch a hole in his wall

but he will never cry because no one ever taught him how

grief doesn't leak out of his eyes

it builds up in his fists

your best friend will sit in your driveway for two hours

because she doesn't know how to walk into a world that doesn't include you

and the world will keep spinning

but not for them for them

time will fold in on itself

for them clocks will stop

your room will stay the same

your laundry will stay unfolded

your bed will stay unmade

like they're all just waiting for you to come home

and the food in the fridge will rot

will throw out the milk then the eggs

then the leftovers but not for weeks

not until they realise you're not just late

you're never coming back your car will stay in the driveway

no one will sell it your shoes will stay by the door

no one will move them your toothbrush

your jacket your scent

all of it will live in your home longer than you ever thought you would

and you'll think you had no one

but you had everyone

you just couldn't see it through the darkness pressed against your eyelids

you just couldn't feel it through the ache that weighed on your soul

the day after you take your life

your teacher will hand back the paper you were sure you failed

the one you almost didn't turn in

turns out you got an A and she wrote in the corner with messy handwriting

"you have a voice I've never seen in someone so young

don't ever stop writing" but you won't be there to read it

you won't know that your college acceptance letter was coming in the mail

you won't know that someone new is about to sit next to you on the bus

and that person would have become your best friend

you won't know that next month

your favourite band is dropping an album that would have made you feel

seen in a way nothing else ever has

you won't know that healing's already on its way

that the things breaking you were about to loosen their grip

that tomorrow might have been the day everything changed

but you weren't there to see it

because you might leave the world behind

but for everyone else the world left with you"

i fucking hate this shit so much dude holy fuck
i know she made this with good intentions but the assumption that everyone has a mother thats there for them, a brother that's there for them, a friend that's there for them, whatever, is so privileged and tone deaf. what do you guys think

 

[enne]

Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.

Dorthy Parker

bothered me for years

 

[somethingisntreal]

The " your skin isn't paper dont cut it" thing people copy paste on youtube comment sections drives me crazy

Found it:

Your skin isn't paper, don't cut it.
Your face isn't a mask, don't cover it.
Your size isn't a book, don't judge it.
Your life isn't a film, don't end it.
Your heart isn't not a door so don't lock it.

This isn't helping anyone bro also why would anyone cover a mask? Make it make sense lol

 

[overthrone]

"Your skin isn't pa-" literally watch me turn it into paper bro

 

[Hystearical]

People don't realize that guilting people isn't actually an effective anti-suicide measure and that if you're gonna preach against it, you shouldn't make any presumptions about the kinds of relationships the suicidal have in their lives.

 

[hurts2b]

Clearly made for depressed teenagers who do actually have those things. People who aren't in that demographic are not the target audience for this. And that's fine...?

I can't imagine this helping anyone but Instagram is all slop now anyway.

 

[Dejected 55]

It's one of the paradoxes of my life whenever I've been to a therapist. They tell me that I have to learn how to love myself and enjoy being alone, not depending on others for my happiness. Then they want me to participate in group therapy, which, you know, involves other people... and I ask them why is group therapy necessary if I'm supposed to learn how to not depend on others? Then they talk about talking to a friend or family or someone else in your support system... and I remind them that I have no one to turn to, which is EXACTLY my problem... and I remind them that whenever I talk about that, they always tell me not to be so needy and depend on other people for my happiness... so why do they keep telling me I must have a support structure BUT never depend on anyone but myself?

It's kind of bullshit when it gets right down to it.

 

[Forever Sleep]

I reacted the same way as you OP- not all of us have that loving support network- to begin with. Plus- when we lose our parents/ relatives/ loved ones- we also experience that grief. That the world has totally changed for us and yet- it still goes on and we're expected to carry on with it. A lot of those arguments could be used to advise against having children in the first place. Then- no one would be going through all that pain.

Plus- just how supportive was that mother, brother and friends- while the person was still alive? Did they even notice how unhappy they were?

It also misses out all the things that person spared themselves from by exiting early. Life's a two sided coin. Maybe they got straight A's in their English tests. They could have gone on to having their novel rejected by every publisher they can find though.

Presumably, they were miserable when they commited suicide. What would likely happen in their life to totally transform how they felt? What would have been so different the following day/ week/ month/ year- if they had lived? It's not to say their life couldn't improve of course. But realistically speaking- it may just have stayed the same. It may in fact have gotten worse!

How thrilled would that Mum and brother be if they were so depressed, they never got a job and needed to rely on them to take care of them? How long would their friends stick around if they were always depressed and had no money to do anything? How comforting would it have been to see that they passed that English exam when they can't actually find a job eventually? It's not to say they absolutely would have struggled the rest of their lives but- they are alreasy struggling to the point of feeling the need to suicide. That's not a good start.

A lot of people on this site began having ideation in childhood. If I was a better writer, I'd want to compose an equally guilt provoking piece towards the people who are so keen to trap people here- no matter what they are going through.

I'm sure the bereaved can sonetimes let things go- neglect their own hygiene and needs. Let the washing and chores pile up. Left to our own devices though- that's what depressed people do also. Why can't they see that what they're feeling after someone dies- losing their own will to live and look after themselves- is very possibly what their loved one was feeling before they chose to escape? And quite often- for a prolonged period. If those feelings are driving them crazy just the next day- how can they expect their loved one to have tried to live with them for years and years on end? All for their sake. How is that even a loving thing to wish?

Of course- if that person could genuinely be helped then- that's different. So- had they pursued any kind of help? Had their relatives and friends supported them in doing that?

 

[itsallogrenow]

It's one of the paradoxes of my life whenever I've been to a therapist. They tell me that I have to learn how to love myself and enjoy being alone, not depending on others for my happiness. Then they want me to participate in group therapy, which, you know, involves other people... and I ask them why is group therapy necessary if I'm supposed to learn how to not depend on others? Then they talk about talking to a friend or family or someone else in your support system... and I remind them that I have no one to turn to, which is EXACTLY my problem... and I remind them that whenever I talk about that, they always tell me not to be so needy and depend on other people for my happiness... so why do they keep telling me I must have a support structure BUT never depend on anyone but myself?

It's kind of bullshit when it gets right down to it.

You post the most relatable stuff its unreal and also so sad how a lot of us here have the same experiences.

 

[NSA]

i wont name the poet because i feel like she's just misinformed but the poem goes like this,
"
the morning after you take your life will be like any other day

your leftovers will sit in the fridge

your car keys in the drawer

and your phone on the charger

except it will have 17 unread messages from your mother

telling you that she was just giving you space

that she didn't want to push

but she's here she's always here

because you will always be her baby

the morning after you take your life

your brother will punch a hole in his wall

but he will never cry because no one ever taught him how

grief doesn't leak out of his eyes

it builds up in his fists

your best friend will sit in your driveway for two hours

because she doesn't know how to walk into a world that doesn't include you

and the world will keep spinning

but not for them for them

time will fold in on itself

for them clocks will stop

your room will stay the same

your laundry will stay unfolded

your bed will stay unmade

like they're all just waiting for you to come home

and the food in the fridge will rot

will throw out the milk then the eggs

then the leftovers but not for weeks

not until they realise you're not just late

you're never coming back your car will stay in the driveway

no one will sell it your shoes will stay by the door

no one will move them your toothbrush

your jacket your scent

all of it will live in your home longer than you ever thought you would

and you'll think you had no one

but you had everyone

you just couldn't see it through the darkness pressed against your eyelids

you just couldn't feel it through the ache that weighed on your soul

the day after you take your life

your teacher will hand back the paper you were sure you failed

the one you almost didn't turn in

turns out you got an A and she wrote in the corner with messy handwriting

"you have a voice I've never seen in someone so young

don't ever stop writing" but you won't be there to read it

you won't know that your college acceptance letter was coming in the mail

you won't know that someone new is about to sit next to you on the bus

and that person would have become your best friend

you won't know that next month

your favourite band is dropping an album that would have made you feel

seen in a way nothing else ever has

you won't know that healing's already on its way

that the things breaking you were about to loosen their grip

that tomorrow might have been the day everything changed

but you weren't there to see it

because you might leave the world behind

but for everyone else the world left with you"

i fucking hate this shit so much dude holy fuck
i know she made this with good intentions but the assumption that everyone has a mother thats there for them, a brother that's there for them, a friend that's there for them, whatever, is so privileged and tone deaf. what do you guys think

I dont have any of that shit, but I kinda like it. Its wierdly comforting? This is the stuff that happens after any death not just suicide. The normies might feel it harder for a time but they'll get over it.
Definitely not the sentiment the author was looking for lol.