.
waiting for the light
.
dressed in her best
better off dead outfit
she resides in the shadows
for the sun
never shines for her
even in the blackness
the unnoticed signs
were always there
until she grew weary
tired of the dark
longing for enlightenment
she sits there
quietly
patiently
waiting for the light
.
In the past year, four friends/acquaintances lost their young sons and daughters to suicide. Incidents of teenage suicide are growing at an alarming rate. Each day there are an average of 3,041 suicide attempts of teens attending the 9th through 12th grades (in the United States alone).
Could one conversation, one hug, smile, pat on the back, or question have made a difference? Can’t the ballgame wait for another time? Can’t you catch the latest epsiode of your favorite show tomorrow on Hulu?
Every message, every minute counts. The most important thing…
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As it Comes 
Thank you ao much for the reblog. It is an important message that needs to get out.
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It does indeed. And you’re most welcome.
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No words just sadness.
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If we only realise how effective little gestures incidental comments can be we could be making a big difference in the lives of others.
It’s the opposite of “death by a thousand cuts”. Embraced by a thousand gestures, acknowledgements and body language of being noticed and valued.
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