Anti-suicidal ideation

 I will not

Carry your remains in 

A baby stroller

Preaching the perils of suicide.

I will not

Put my walking shoes on 

For a seminar like that.

I refuse.

I will not say

I didn't tell you

Not to put

Foreign objects in your mouth

A gun 

Isn't something 

You ever put in your mouth.

And you oughta know

Better than that.

I will not say

I told you so either.

I refuse.

I refuse, mama

It was your defiance

Your magnum opus

The thing

That would absolve you

And elevate you all at once

In the face

Of a challenge.

I refuse

To tie me to you

That way.