I Write Tragedies Not Sins Poem by Daya Nandan

She was always this girl who was so lonely and sad,
Broken in depression, lost the confidence she had,
And no matter how hard she cried nobody cared,
No one listened to the feelings that she shared,

‘She will learn and handle it on her own’,
‘Who cares if she has to face it alone’,
‘She will be fine by herself’, they would say,
And that is why she took her own life today,

None cared for her depression signs that were showing,
While her suicidal thoughts just kept on growing,
Her screams and cries for help only fell on deaf ears,
Her tears and torture living through all those years,

And before she left this existance she wrote a letter,
Telling her family that her life would be a lot better,
And then she placed a loaded shotgun to her heart,
Drew her final breath and blew her body apart,

Maybe now the world can open it’s eyes and finally see,
That the seed of depression grows faster than a tree,
Her parents now cry endlessly in deep sorrow,
For their deceased daughter who will see no tomorrow,

Parents should give more attention and love to their children,
Not simply just work and send them to school to learn,
A little love could change what could have been,
A different path of life for this tender young teen.