Suicide Hotline Poem by jay morris
Suicide Hotline
I'm thinking of killing myself
and just want to tell someone
my parents never listen
never let me have any fun
I don't have any friends
the kids at school pick on me
with all their little cliques
calling me fat and ugly
operator
yes, yes I understand
it's a story that's often told
can you stay on the line
I need to put you on hold
I'm sorry but I just have to
there's a call I need to answer
a ten year old wants to die
he's been diagnosed with cancer
then there's a woman
who wants to end it all
her ex boyfriend raped her
then broke her jaw
next, I have a couple
who had a son die in Iraq
they no longer want to live
since he's not coming back
oh and did I forget to mention
the others at the end of their rope
seems like the whole world is calling
even, faith, love and hope
im part of a ctl (crisis text line) for 7 cups and sometimes we have to do the same if lets say we have an active suicide
I've never been put on hold when i've called a helpline - but i can definately feel for others who dont get throught, now i've read your poem! well done, thanks kt
i enjoy the dark humour of this piece. it flows well.
The broad compassion of this piece is beautifully carried through. Thanks.
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 7:41:30 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Excellent, Jay. It's a great slice of what these hotlines are like. I don't know that the calls always come in fast and furious and that they need to put people on hold like that, but it's an interesting perspective you have.