Don't make jokes 'bout what you don't know: an "Annabel Lee' by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
when I first heard of taking one's own life
Now I know this may be a tale you have heard before
The one about a girl taking pain away with a knife
I don't ask for pity, just a little understanding
I really don't mean to cause a strife

I'm sure everyone has heard of triggers
Mine is joking of taking one's own life
I see and hear everyone joking
Making laughs of one's self-torture with a knife
my hands start to shake and I start to feel the need to vomit
Please, believe me this isn't me causing a strife

For once I was a fair maiden who lived for happiness
It was that way 'till the day I attempted to take my life
For that fateful day, I knew I could take my pain away
One slice with the knife
and I wouldn't be here
I could have ended my life,
but I was taken way from there.

To a place where I had no access to a knife

This was a strange place indeed
Where you could watch life,
Yes, you could watch life (from a window)
No more did most of us think we needed the knife,
Yes I did say us. I wasn't alone in this place.
And only once was there strife
Soon I was out but I return to that place three times
Each with an attempt at my life,
with a pain in my heart,
one that made me think I needed the knife.
Each time there was but one reason
Myself and I had strife

Now I am better. Less nightmares more sweet dreams
For I no longer fear the knife,
that once haunted my sleep
No, now I spend my night dreaming of a life
My life to be exact, the life in wish to share with him
and with the help of him my life is no longer grim
He has shown me life
he has shown me, our life