Taking your own life, is not a sign of bravery, nor it is of cowardice,
Its an act of desperation, a plea for help - that the world be a bit, gentle and nice.
We shouldn't glamorize, the fatal act, or shun the one, who the attempt did survive,
We just need to be there, for them at that time, and gently need, to hope revive.
In some rare cases, they make a snap decision, in most others, its rather well planned,
A difference between life and death, a helpline that is, readily available and manned.
Calling the helpline, is a last resort, its a desperate measure, a cry full of pain,
A timely response, a feeling of being heard, the tragedy averted, now interventions remain.
Its a myth to think, one who has made his mind, is beyond redemption, or is immune to cure,
All they seek in the moment, is a way out of their troubles, and someone who understands, and will reassure.
Willing to share their pain, empowering them to solve, their problems of life, and how to cope well,
A good counselor, knows which parts to heal, and which parts to let buried, and on later dwell.
There's a science to it, there's a method to it, but saving lives, at the end is an art,
All it takes, is an empathetic ear, and a non judgmental, and caring heart.
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