After I'M Dead Poem by Denise Headley

I sit there, mad, frustrated
Hating me, hating my life
With that sharpened slick knife in hand
I cry, cry at all the things I went through
Cry at not wanting to deal with it anymore

My hand goes up, holding that knife
I count seconds
Then plunge it into my stomach
Again, and again, and again

I tell myself, ' There will be no more sorrow,
No more pain, you will no longer hurt in life'
I fall to the floor
Gazing at the puddles of blood come out of me
Like a dumped bucket on the floor
My heart beat gets slower and slower
And my eyes close more and more

I wake up in a white room
But I lay there only for a second
Soon I'm gloating over my house
It is one year after I have died

I glide down to the window in the front
I see the parents happy, laughing
They never laugh....
I go to each window

My two little sisters are having more fun than ever
Getting along
And my other sister is in her room
She has it all to herself
She dances, and sings

She wears my clothes and has a boyfriend
All of my stuff is gone
Not even a picture of me lays on any of the walls
Everything that I drew or did is gone

And finally someone says, 'I'm glad she's gone! '

I fall to the floor and weep some more.