Chère Ophélie,
Dis-tu vraiment adieu à la vie?
C'est quelque chose que je n'arrive pas à croire
Ma meilleure amie a perdu l'espoir

Tu te sens si mal dans ta peau
Mais vaut-il la peine de laisser la vie tomber à l'eau?
Pense à moi, jamais on se reverra
Pense à tout ce que tu ne feras pas

Souviens-toi de pique-niques au soleil
Lorsque nos sandwichs étaient envahis d'abeilles!
Assises sur le gazon,
Rêvant aux beaux garçons!

Est-ce vraiment la fin?
Jamais tu ne te relèveras le matin?
Jamais on se perlera du premier baiser?
Ou même de ce que le professeur a bafouillé?

Lorsque tu en auras finallement eu assez
Et tout continuera des dizaines d'étages sous tes pieds
Je serai celle qui crie:
"Ne me quitte pas Ophélie!"

 

This is the only poem that I have ever written. I dislike poetry in general, but while I was in high school, we spent a portion of a year studying it. Our final evaluation in the course tested us on how well we could use the elements of poetry-writing we'd been taught. Its topic needed to be some kind of human crisis. I chose to write about suicide.

It was not based on personal experience, like the poem implies. At the time, I had just seen a special on MuchMusic on the influence of music videos with a focus on suicide. It inspired me, strangely enough. Perhaps because I have always been grateful to be alive and I have difficulty understanding how someone wouldn't want to be, no matter how tough life can get. It's an awfully permanent "solution" to a temporary problem. I always believed that you need to take in the bad with the good. And with the right attitude and actions, you can pull through.