Aug 2010
raw, bleeding words flow onto paper
screaming from the shock of exposure
they say what he went through
or rather
what we put him through
friends that dismissed him
now read his last poem
the closest he got
to a suicide note
...forced to this...
...want to turn back...
...then they'll be sorry...
there are no tears
no "heartfelt" sentiments to the family
he's still breathing
before he finished his last line, he realized
we'd done the job for him
he still breathes
but is it worth it?
bleeding from the inside out
doing nothing, feeling everything
autopsy shows:
a shattered heart
an overworked liver
and a soul that never had a chance
screaming from the shock of exposure
they say what he went through
or rather
what we put him through
friends that dismissed him
now read his last poem
the closest he got
to a suicide note
...forced to this...
...want to turn back...
...then they'll be sorry...
there are no tears
no "heartfelt" sentiments to the family
he's still breathing
before he finished his last line, he realized
we'd done the job for him
he still breathes
but is it worth it?
bleeding from the inside out
doing nothing, feeling everything
autopsy shows:
a shattered heart
an overworked liver
and a soul that never had a chance
I wrote this poem before I met my current boyfriend, 2 years ago. It seems to have been a premonition of sorts, because it perfectly portrayed his 2 brothers' and his own strife within their family. When the idea for the poem came to me though, I didn't know any of these people, and the thought was like an energy pulling me towards these people I must meet.
