Type of poem: Free Verse

Topic: Suicide / Pain*

*a/n: this poem will discuss suicide and suicidal thoughts ( and death as well ), so if this is not for you, please do not continue reading. [ Sends hugs ]

POEM 15

The sad faces behind smiles
will always be there.
My pain and suffering
will never end.
Every day and night
and afternoon and evening.
I'm reminded of how I lost my might.
My fight
against life was futile.
I stared down 26 levels.
A hop, a skip, a jump away.
I hold the window grill.
Are those tears falling down my face?
It's red.
Well...
I let go.
As I fall
I remember how
my parents' looked
With discernment and contempt.
Weak.
They probably thought.

Stains blot and curse my pages.
Is the book really closing?
I wouldn't know.
As wind blows by my face,
my body and mind.
The soul, I'd once known,
watching.
Observing.

My life was amazing.
I had supportive parents.
An amazing sister.
A bunch of friends that would
greet me every day.
I had a shelter,
a place to call home.
I had food to eat,
water to drink.
Yet, that's what I had.
Growing older showed me
how deceptive everything is.
It taught me how
the simplest of things
can be gone in a matter of seconds.

But I will not cherish these memories.
I want to forget.
I want to forget.
I really want to forget.
But time has proven
that no scar can heal.
It stays with me forever.
And that's why I cry.