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Elise Jaco Feb 2020
I wish I could bring you back
You left us too soon
The night sky is all black
No sign of the moon

I wanted to know you
To show you some care
Before your lips turned blue
From getting no air

I'd kiss your forehead
I'd hold your hand
I'd save your family
From funeral plans
When I was hospitalized for suicidal ideations, I just thought about the suicides of youth in my area that I was personally affected by. Sometimes you feel so alone, and I wish we all could have been there for each other. I wish they were still ******* here and I'd do anything to bring them back.
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
That could have been me
I could have been gone
I wish you had seen
Or talked to someone

I never knew you
You were so pretty
You’d say it’s not true
If you were here with me

He looked at me, angry
He had not a clue
One day maybe they’ll see
That I’m just like you

I’ll never forget
I’ll miss you forever
I won’t ******* quit
No matter the weather
She was too young. I wish I knew her.
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
He said it was suicide
I shook at the core
What had they to hide
And what was it for?

You laid on the tracks
You let the train hit you
What caused you to act?
And why do I miss you?
When I was 11, a boy from my neighborhood and around my age was hit by a train. The story was that he had been walking and listening to music and didn't hear it coming. It terrified me that someone my age had died and I promised myself that I'd never forget him. Years later, I found out it was a suicide and had been covered up. I was suicidal at that age and it just deeply saddens me that he felt the way he did. I wish he was still here, or that I could have done something. I will do everything in my power to build a better future for other people struggling.
Elise Jaco Feb 2020
Him
Every second
You brought me joy
A strong and kind
Unbreakable boy
Tried to make it longer, but nothing beat the first stanza. All I can say is that I miss him and I hope one day it doesn't hurt.
Elise Jaco Jul 2017
All these painful memories
fuel the flood of words
They could last for centuries,
dying to be heard

Screaming, fighting, holding back,
things you'll never know
Downing all of my prozac,
I think you should go
I'm honestly doing a lot better now than I was before, but I think depressing sounding poems just come easily to me now xD
Elise Jaco Jul 2017
and there they sat
each passerby
with vivid lives
the urge to cry

magnificent words
on some of their tongues
and a song to sing
in each of their lungs

the hand they bear
some never know
and I think we
must learn to grow
sonder: the realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as one's own.
Elise Jaco May 2017
Poetry
runs like blood
in my veins

And bored
by those
with guns in their brains

You can pray
and look up
to the beautiful skies

But darling,
this nation
is full of sick lies
Sometimes ideas come to me in class and I write them down fast to save for later. Kinda results in types of poems I actually enjoy.
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