It Mattered To Me Poem by Panda Broussard

Never can I say goodbye
Yet my eyes, still they cry.
You are at peace, does everyone say.
But not I, not this way.
No accident or fault can I blame.
But you left me just the shame.
I ache and this pain so hard to bare.
Yet my lungs still fill with air.
Life has cruel intent, sometimes it seems.
To put joy there, then cause you to bleed.
I can see your face, when I close my eyes.
Remember your advise that was once wise.
Though you gave up because of your pain,
I can not, yet mine is the same.
To end my life, to choose to escape.
Would be hypocrisy and not worthy a blame.
For my life matters to many you see,
Like you and yours, it mattered to me.