Falling A Part Poem by Brooke Schmidt

Time of death four forty five.
Why couldn’t I just stay alive.
I wanted it to be my time for so long.
Now all I want is to go back from the wrong.
Back to when I gave up and cut my life to shreds.
Crying for all my meds.
Why didn’t I take them.
To prove something.
Or hide everything.
Maybe I wanted to get through it.
But on my own was the wrong way to go.
Hiding all the pain brought even more out.
So now I sit and pout.
But only in the dark.
For all the light is gone from the hart.
That use to beat when u came about.
Once you left so did I.
Now there’s a hole inside my hart.
Sitting around just waiting to part.