Forgotten Poem by EMMA Funnell

I stand on the edge of the cliff,
The wind blowing through my hair.
I think deeply about why I’m on the edge,
And thinking why would anyone care.
I’ve forgotten what a heartbeat feels like,
As mine stopped long ago.
The pain from the knife grasped firmly in my hand,
Is the only feeling I know.
Tears fall slowly from my eyes,
As the knife pierces my skin.
The pain is unbearable yet soothing somehow,
As I take a sharp breath in.
The green grass turns to a dark red,
As blood rushes out from inside of me.
This life I know not one person will miss,
So now it’s time to set myself free.
I let out a final cry of pain,
As I pull the knife from my chest.
My last moments alive on this Earth,
I know will be my best.
I know that I am already forgotten,
As my body falls into the sea.
I always remembered the ones I loved,
But like everyone else they forgot me.