AaI Harvey (13/07/80 / Cannock)
Suicide of a friend of mine
Suicide of a friend of mine.
My friend that I’d known, since my high school days,
Sent me a letter in the post today.
He said it was time he went away,
The letter arrived a week too late.
It said I’m sorry but I had to tell you,
I couldn’t take the pain of this life anymore.
I’m sorry I have to do what I must do,
But I can no longer be cruelties whore.
I’ve been used and abused and beaten down,
Punched and kicked so many times, my energy has run out.
Under the thumb? More like under the foot,
My wife says hello to me, with a punch.
I simply can’t take the beatings anymore,
She’s broken my nose again; she’s done it twice before.
So I must go, to a better place,
A place where I can look at the reflection in the mirror,
Without having to see, the marks on my face.
I wish I could have left, but I cannot stop loving her,
So now I can be free and so can she;
I’ll never understand why she had to hit me.
I’ve only ever given her love,
I guess I could never do enough.
I know she cheated but I couldn’t leave,
This love things got a real grip on me.
I know she’s bad but she’s all I need to live,
But that’s just become some form of irony.
For she is the reason, I must die,
She is the reason I did this to myself,
She’s the reason I took my own life,
She has become a living Hell.
I hope the razor doesn’t hurt too much,
When I push it into my wrists.
I hope I don’t make too many people hurt,
But this pain I have endured no man surely deserves.
Another man may be happier with her,
But I can no longer live like this in her dark cruel world.
The punishment I do deserve,
But I can no longer take it.
The pain she caused me I must have caused,
So I shall give her, her release.
I shall let her be free to be happy without me;
I must leave this world and rest in peace.
But I’m so scared; I don’t think I can do it
I’m frightened of the thought of the pain I will have to feel;
But my love for her comes first, so I shall let her be free
And maybe she will now be able to be happy
Goodbye cruel world, goodbye my oldest friend,
Goodbye to my love, this life I must end.
I got his letter, the day after the funeral,
The words I couldn’t bear to read.
His wife had been so sorrowful;
Even though she sent him to his death.
Now when I see her, I hate her so much,
She said she had no idea, why he had done it.
I screamed at her and threw the letter in her face,
Then ended her evil life with a silver bullet.
(C) 2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
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