Suicide — Summary

Suicide. Such a simple word To hold so much power.

All my life I have suffered to have these thoughts Every. Single. Day.

But through it all I push myself saying Be strong, many people love you You can get through this day and the next.

And it worked for a time But then I found a new purpose in my fight. Help others

Some friends started to self harm To think about suicide I was their rock, the one that pushed them to stay strong and in doing so I was able to stay strong.

But then one close to me A brother of my own blood couldn't take it anymore He tried to melt his organs with pills

One final text was all I got "I love you and always will" I knew what those words meant for I had thought them a thousand times.

I was able to save him Although just barely And I will never forgive myself for almost failing, My own thoughts getting stronger but still I push on

So you can understand that when someone I love with all of my heart, A woman that has required silence of me, Talks, no begs for that sweet release of death in the form of suicide I snap

I break my silence, The only request she has made, To make sure she is safe.

If it were anything else I would have kept the silence, But not this. Never this.

I cannot go through that trauma again. I just can't....

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Logan Brosemer's "Suicide" is a raw first-person account of living with suicidal thoughts every day while trying to keep other people alive. The speaker begins by naming the word and its power, then describes a routine of talking themselves through each day. Helping friends who were struggling gives them a new purpose, and being "the rock" for others keeps them strong too.

That balance breaks when the speaker's brother attempts suicide. The speaker saves him, but blames themselves for nearly failing. The poem's turning point comes when a woman they love confides her own wish to die, and the speaker breaks the silence she asked for to keep her safe. The short, hard lines near the end, "Not this. / Never this.", sound firm and desperate at once. The mood is heavy, urgent, and exhausted. The final broken-off line, "I just can't....", suggests how much this fear costs the speaker.

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