Suicide Affects All - Poem by Pheobe Morgan
Based Off The Book, Thirteen Reasons Why By Jay Asher
Day by day people end up hurting others
And not even knowing it,
The littlest things affect some
To the point of suicide.
They say ‘if you don’t have anything
Nice to say don’t say it at all‘,
But it’s not just words now is it?
It’s actions too.
You slip up
And do something stupid,
Did it hurt you?
No, but it affected someone else
Much, much more.
Have you ever thought
That something you have done
Could’ve cause someone to take their own life?
And it happened to me.
I was one out of the
Thirteen on a list.
I never knew what I had done.
Tapes were out,
I sat and listened.
How could I have not seen
The pain and sorrow deep within her eyes?
She was one of a kind,
And the most beautiful girl you’d ever see.
Amazing in every way.
But no one saw the impact they had,
No one saw what they did
Would drive someone,
To the very end.
Only one of thirteen.
One of thirteen.
All responsible in some way
Of this one of a kind girls death.
Her voice echoes within my ears
As I listen to these recorded
Words of hers,
I follow to the destination it seeks.
One by one I listen to her voice,
Following the stars on the map,
I replay her last thoughts,
Her last messages to the world.
How could all these people
Not know the impact they had?
No, how could I have not known.
Could’ve driven her to her last breath.
No longer here in this world,
She wants the thirteen people to understand
Just why she had to leave.
Just why they had
Such a drastic impact on her life.
The tapes are passed
To one person to the next,
Until the thirteenth person gets to listen.
If I would’ve known
I would’ve changed what was.
You should’ve talked to me,
Told me what you were thinking,
What was happening Hannah.
I find out by these tapes
And it’s too late,
Gone for good……
These tapes are all that’s left of her.
It’s now a burden on the thirteen of us that caused it.
We are the Thirteen Reasons Why.
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