Suicidal Like You, Dad. Poem by Life Poem

(THIS DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME.BUT TO SOMEONE I KNOW)


I throw the glass against the wall; it shatters,
I think my heart should look like that.
I throw out all of the things that matter,
The pictures, the letters, the baseball and bat.

I grab a bag of Cheetos, and try to run away,
To hide myself and try and feel like you.
My head is stormy but it's a sunny day,
My outsides red with Cheetos powder, my insides very blue.

I crumble the bag, that's how I feel.
My feet flying off the ground.
I almost fall off the edge, I wish it were real.
So I could be where you are, safe and sound.

I think I need a knife, a glove, or just a place to die.
I can't cry, I'm all cried out, I can't scream, I'm all screamed out.
Is this really happening to you, to me, to us and so and why?
I want to fly away, that's without a doubt.

I think I need no one right now,
Or the world will melt to gooey glue.
To Mom I said I wouldn't do this, God I made a vow,
But I think what I really need right now, is Dad, is you.

(THIS DID NOT HAPPEN TO ME.BUT TO SOMEONE I KNOW)