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Jul 2016
why did you die?
why did you make me cry?
why is your blood splattered on the wall?
why wont you hear me when I call?

My last breath was taken from me
yet it was you who was the one who died
you were a part of my destiny
your heart and mine were entwined.

you were my life
you and me were one
I'm broken and defeated
now that your gone.

i will never understand your suicide
as i stand in the bathroom where you died
and when i said I'm okay i know i lied
and this I'll prove as i take this cyanide
I wrote this fictional piece aged 18. I wanted to highlight the emotions around someone constantly questioning why their loved one commited suicide. And not coping well without their loved one.
Written by
Amanda Woolley  Birmingham
(Birmingham)   
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