The day I died
To live I tried
I woke up smiling
Texted my friends good morning
My dad, I hugged
My mom, I kissed
My dog, I pat and my face it licked
We went for a walk
Ended up in the park
Threw a ball, got back a "thank you" bark
Met my friends, had a lot of fun
But then the pain begun
I stop by a tree
Wrote my pain as poetry
This usually saved me

I'm sad
No!...I'm depressed
I'm mad
No!...I'm stressed
There's a heavy pain inside my chest
It's been there for years, it gives me no rest
It's also in my mind
No cure I could find

Tell me why should I keep living?
When all the good,
for a split second meant nothing
And a split second it's all it took
To end my life right where I stood.
That's the day I died...
Even though, to live I tried...

So tomorrow starts without me.
Without the saviour, poetry.

The day after I died
I woke up sad
I couldn't text my friends
I couldn't hug my dad
I couldn't kiss my mom
I couldn't pet my dog
I couldn't throw the ball
I didn't hear a bark, I heard a whimper.
I couldn't meet my friends
I couldn't make them smile

I looked down at my lifeless body
I heard the cries of my loved ones
I tried wiping down their tears to no avail
The day after I killed myself
I didn't **** the pain as well.
I just passed it on...

The day after I killed myself
To bring me back, they tried
I wanted to live
But I had died.