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Mary, it's good that your sister came in and unknowningly stopped you from ending your life....and that your attitude changed after that. Life is too precious to throw it away, no matter the pain.
Thank you John, Sunny and Mary for your comments. When this poem was written, suicide wasn't the thought with the line "asked for death, death never came...." it was more a cry. A strong cry out to stop the pain and to the young mind, death is the only way to stop the pain. The term suicide or the long term consequences of suicide would not have entered the 11 yr old's mind..only the thought that it would bring relief and ending of the pain. Which is why death never came, the 11 yr old didn't try to commit suicide. I hope that helps in understanding the line and the pain around it all. (I usually don't explain my poems but felt this one was so strong...I should).
At age 11 I never knew death was an option, or I might have opted for it. No, I only knew that my mother kept pressing on, and so that was all there was to do... keep pressing on. It wasn't until I was thirteen that I heard about suicide. The more I thought about it, the more wonderful an option it sounded. That thought consumed me for days until I tried it, only... minutes after I swallowed every pill in the house I could find, my little baby sister wanted to come and play with me. That's all it took. I went to the bathroom and threw up what I could and played with her until I passed out. Come to find out, I was out for three days. I'm so glad my baby sister came in to play because until then I had only thought of me and forgot all my family and my love for them and how the kids (I was the oldest of five) needed me. Suicide was never an option again.
So sad Bev, so much despair in this work. I agree with Sunnys voice on this one but feel that there is more to this than meets the eye. I shall return with fresh eyes tommorow and have another look.
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