The Day I Died Part 2 Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

from the top of that hill, i saw my life,
and i knew i could not go back to the way it was,
and nothing would ever be the same,
even in someone elses life.
you see, even though we say,
someone else has been through the same thing,
not really, because they don't know how i felt,
and no one will ever know, not even i.
i forgot how it felt really,
even though i think i remember,
the day, cold and rainy, or hot?
remember i cannot.
and i layed in my bed hoping
it was just a dream.
and i never cried before sleep.
and once, i think i was happier.
even, when i was dying, happier than now.
i didn't write anything from september to december.
i was too tired in my mind, i think,
and so many things were going on,
i lost my self. maybe that's where i lost my mind.