We didn’t think she’d die.
We’d never seen her cry.
We all thought she was fine.
Picture perfect,
Alright.
We didn’t know.
She didn’t show.
She never frowned.
We never expected it.
but she died.
Suicide.
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I hated life
I wanted to go.
ask me why
i don’t know.
I would smile
and laugh.
it was all just an act.
and as a matter of fact.
I didn’t give a crap.
Didn’t care if they cried.
I didn’t give a crap.
I just wanted to die.
Suicide.
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I knew something happened.
I just felt so bad.
And then I got a call,
she sounded so sad.
she said she was finished.
that she had given up.
I told her i’d be right over.
but she had just hung up.
I was worried
so I hurried.
She needed to be loved.
I raced to her house
and saw all the blood.
I prayed she was fine.
but she had died.
Suicide…
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I cried and cried
but it was just too much.
I grabbed my knife
and welcomed the blood.
I tried to stand up,
tried to stop it.
but it wouldn’t stop pouring.
it wouldn’t quit.
so all I could do.
was wait.
and sit.
and I cried,
for some time,
I called up my love.
but by then there was too much.
i had to hang up.
and within 30 seconds.
I died…
Suicide…
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4 comments
@Jacqueline I honestly don’t know what to say… This… has suddenly brought back a lot of pain… I don’t know… (sigh) Anyway… thank you for posting the poem…
…your welcome.
wow – all the perspectives. i think this is the only good poem i’ve read here.
I love this poem.