Suicide Land Poem by sara pounds

Not when death is among you-
You shout with anger at what you missed-
You wake up in a place that is the same as this-

You won't be able to smile because you're in denial-
Because you're not here by mistake this time-
All things that mattered are meaningless-

You see so many people that went off the deep end-
They ask what you did and you explain like this:
'I cleaned my room and washed my clothes when nobody was home-
I did the things that had loose ends, and wrote in blood who i would miss-'

When I was gone I found myself again-
With all the pain that was left behind-
I went on a train and walked away-

I did anything i wanted to-
In a no life place I ran away-
Maybe i will see my friends some day-

It's not when death is among you-
That you realize what you miss-
When you wake up in suicide land-