Lets Go To A Funeral Poem by Dakota Ellerton

She's on the floor, again.
This time I'm not sure what to do,
what would she want me to do?
There's an empty bottle of pills,
I hope she didn't.
She did, oh my god she did.
I peel the blade from her scar covered hands.
The air is thick with the scent of blood.
How long has she been laying here?
My head to her chest,
I hear her heart racing.
What do I do?
I lean against the wall.
All these things running through my mind.
Not again, I won't do this again.
One, two, three times,
my fist echoes off the wall.
I collapse to her side.
This isn't how it's suppost to be.
I lift my head, to see the sun rising.
How did morning come so soon?
A knock on the door,
shook through my spine.
Her mothers up and getting ready for work.
I hide in the shower, peeking from the curtain.
Her mother opens the door.
I will never forget the look on her face.
It wasn't long before paramedics got there.
They carried her away in a black body bag.
This was it.
The day of her funeral came,
and I stood dressed in a sea of black suits, and black dresses.
I heard the faint tears of her family and friends,
her lover, the ones she loved.
When the crowd had left,
I spotted her mother standing by the grave.
I walked over and began speaking softly.
I'm so sorry, mom.