Suicide? My love, I think not.
Life's the one thing in this world that I've got.
For if to death I in fact began,
I'd be choosing to never take your hand.
And then a month down the road,
when a new direction your choice could go,
I would have lost the love and the life.
For after death you couldn't be my wife.
Or next year, if your heart someone did break,
I wouldn't be there to try to take his place.
Or two years from now, when I could in fact find
that MU was the best choice for an education mine,
if I were dead, together we could not be,
from Heaven or Hell, I would pity me.
Or ten years henceforth, when a computer company great
needs the lead programmer to take
charge of a company in a town
where you just happened to hang around,
were I not there, all wouldn't be right.
And so, my love, I look forward to life.
Jeffrey Blake, June 11, 1998
This poem was written in response to a request by Megan for me to promise not to commit suicide after we broke up. She was deeply disturbed when she first learned that I had previously been suicidal, and thus when she saw that I was quite depressed she ask for said promise. I granted it, and it is possibly the only reason I am still here today.
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