To the one’s that we have lost to suicide, that were to ill or lonely to reach out to the estranged people in their lives that they felt were to far away to reach out!
Dorris was your very first friend at play group,
Someone else’s best friend through primary school,
The girl you wanted to be like at secondary school,
Your girl at college,
Your rival at university,
Your colleague at your first place of work in the adult world,
Your drinking buddy,
Your weekend partner in crime,
Someone special to you at some time in your life.
Your soul mate,
Or someone that you used to know.
And circumstance came between you,
Dorris became someone you meant to call but never got round to.
Whilst you were busy living,
Dorris fell behond and ill,
You heard about it,
Had an inclination that things were bad,
But not serious enough to kill.
Crying to a sad song,
Or tragedy on the news,
Dorris longed to walk in your shoes.
Dorris had been conquered by serious mental health issues,
Suffering from the deathly blues,
But none of you came forward,
Not one of you’s!
Now that she is dead and gone,
You remember her,
Have time for her,
Regret not contacting her,
Kick yourself for not visiting her,
And it is terribly sad,
But you just didn’t realise that things got so bad.
Now it is to late,
For Dorris in any case.
Don’t make the same mistake twice or more,
Clear the cobwebs,
Even if you feel sore,
Forget about your shame in failure and neglect,
Just contact your Dorris now,
To avoid a lifetime of regret,
Reach out to her,
Before she becomes the next suicide suffragette.
Recognition, apologies and compassion are for the living,
Not the dead.
Treasure moments and time with the ones that you care for,
Who knows how long any of us will be here.
Please enjoy them while it lasts.