Brooke Ashlyn

My Suicide, At Least I Tried

My thoughts have turned backwards,
And nothing seems right.
The pain lost it's meaning.
The hope lost it's might.
My strength seems to be leaving.
There's nothing left inside.
My last moments are fleeting.
At least I can say I tried.
Mommy will you find me?
Daddy will you cry?
Sister will you miss me?
Will brother ask why?
Will your tears fall on my casket?
When you say your final goodbye.
Throw me in a basket
Left alone to die
I guess it doesn't matter
The dead can't die again
But will your worlds still shatter
When my life comes to an end?
I'll go to hell it seems.
Suicide's a sin.
I'll meet you in your dreams.
It'll be how things might have been.
I'm sorry for the pain,
I know I might have caused
I know it might seem vain
My life was put on pause
I want to say I love you.
All of you in fact.
I'm sorry for what I put you through.
And how I seemed to act.
I guess this is it,
here's my goodbye.
At least I can say
I gave it one last try.

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Poem Edited: Wednesday, February 29, 2012

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