Why I Killed Myself Poem by James McLain

Why I Killed Myself
(Sara Teasdale)

The stars whispered soft, too soft to hear,
Their distant songs I longed to know.
But silence weighed upon me here,
And light in life was dim and low.

The world grew cold where once it burned,
With joy and laughter, warmth and sun.
A love I cherished never to return,
And time made sorrow overrun.

The sea called me with gentle sighs,
Its quiet depths, a tender smile.
Where no more tears would blur my eyes,
Nor love unspoken fill my head.

So softly I went, as nightfall creeps—
To find my peace within the deep.