Jul 22 2011
Suicide.
Why did you end it all?
Not just for you, but for us all.
I’m drowning in tears.
This is worse than any of my fears.
Why life that bad?
Did you give it all you had?
Was there something I should have done?
God, what could I have done?
You ended yours, and mine too.
You left no note, no one has a clue.
Did you want me to be this way?
Did you expect shooting yourself would make it all okay?
It ruined me.
In a way, I hope you can’t see.
My mom, your wife, points out when I do smile.
I guess that must mean I haven’t done it in awhile.
Do you know how she feels, her pain?
Every drop from the rain is another reason she misses you, life isn’t the same.
There is no way back.
My emotions remain under attack.
I don’t get sleep at night.
I look for you sometimes..your never in sight.
I still see it, walking up those stairs.
Seeing the bloody remains, on the only one who ever cared.
For me, at least, rest in peace.
Never again, shall we be together.
This pain is here to stay, but you, the only one who can heal it, is gone forever.
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So sorry.. this poem shows a great deal of pain and heart suffering.. my heart goes out to you : / I know there is nothing I can say after all the words of a stranger are hard pressed to be comforting… but i hope they are looking out for you from the forever slumber… Id like to say something extremely uplifting but… in this case it is very hard… time may not totally heal it but at least maybe just maybe the pain will lessen over time
Your absolutely correct. The pain never goes away, but it dulls and fades away. But it’s always there haunting you. Time heals wounds, but you are left with scars to remind you of the shit that happened to you. We never forget, we just block memories and store them in a corner of our hearts.
Yeah I kind of came up with this on one of those alone nights where I was just thinking about it. So I had to vent somehow.
ive had a freind who comiited suiicide, its hard, this popem realtes in a way, ;-(
This is the worst kind of loss because we can’t understand why. It does help to put emotion into writing though – a tiny bit anyway. If things are unbearable after a while, there is help for those left behind. Don’t be shy to reach out for that help in your community.