#goodbyeforever - Hello Poetry

I stood at her bedside quietly. She looked peaceful. She looked happy. I held my siblings' shoulder as they cried. I knew it would be hard for them. I would be there for them. It was just twenty minutes ago. I had looked over, her oxygen tube was no longer moving. Not in the rhythmic way it does when she breathes. It was still, still as stone. I swallowed thickly before speaking aloud. My mom was quick to get up to make sure. I hesitated before following her over. I now waited for my little sister to take a breath. Her sobs racked her body and I rubbed her shoulder. They'd never lost someone before. It wouldn't be goodbye forever, but for a while. They both said goodbye with sobs. I stayed there quietly. She looked tranquil. No pain. No worry. ~ I was the only child to attend the viewing. She looked cold this time. Pale, a little blue. And yet still so beautiful. She was only in a cardboard box. I'd wished we brought nail polish. I believe my my mom said goodbye there. I stayed quiet. I never said goodbye. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish she would've taken more pictures. I wish I knew more about her. I wish she never got cancer. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish she never smoked. I wish the cancer never metastasized. I wish she was here. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish I didn't have to take care of her with my mom at 15. I wish she never became weak. I wish she stayed healthy. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish I would have cried. I wish I would have felt. I wish I would have just said goodbye. Goodbye grandma. I love you. But it isn't goodbye forever..... Right?

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Apr 20, 2019

Apr 20, 2019 at 5:57 PM UTC

Whogivesafuck

Goodbye

I stood at her bedside quietly. She looked peaceful. She looked happy. I held my siblings' shoulder as they cried. I knew it would be hard for them. I would be there for them. It was just twenty minutes ago. I had looked over, her oxygen tube was no longer moving. Not in the rhythmic way it does when she breathes. It was still, still as stone. I swallowed thickly before speaking aloud. My mom was quick to get up to make sure. I hesitated before following her over. I now waited for my little sister to take a breath. Her sobs racked her body and I rubbed her shoulder. They'd never lost someone before. It wouldn't be goodbye forever, but for a while. They both said goodbye with sobs. I stayed there quietly. She looked tranquil. No pain. No worry. ~ I was the only child to attend the viewing. She looked cold this time. Pale, a little blue. And yet still so beautiful. She was only in a cardboard box. I'd wished we brought nail polish. I believe my my mom said goodbye there. I stayed quiet. I never said goodbye. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish she would've taken more pictures. I wish I knew more about her. I wish she never got cancer. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish she never smoked. I wish the cancer never metastasized. I wish she was here. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish I didn't have to take care of her with my mom at 15. I wish she never became weak. I wish she stayed healthy. I wish I would have just said goodbye. I wish I would have cried. I wish I would have felt. I wish I would have just said goodbye. Goodbye grandma. I love you. But it isn't goodbye forever..... Right?

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The sterile room, with bleached white walls and sleeping needles, ruins lives and saves them with one injection.

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 7:19 PM UTC

megan-vanko

Euthanasia

The sterile room, with bleached white walls and sleeping needles, ruins lives and saves them with one injection.

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One day I'll understand this feeling I'm alone in a room of my family, but I'm not alone. I have myself, don't I? I'm always there for me, aren't I? I ask myself this on a daily basis when my friends seem to care more about me than I do myself. Once I'm gone, maybe things will change.

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Jul 20, 2016

Jul 20, 2016 at 10:51 AM UTC

xmxrgxncy

One Day, Maybe

One day I'll understand this feeling I'm alone in a room of my family, but I'm not alone. I have myself, don't I? I'm always there for me, aren't I? I ask myself this on a daily basis when my friends seem to care more about me than I do myself. Once I'm gone, maybe things will change.

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They assured me the 15 inch blunt fingerprint- free knife was wielded with the stealth element of surprise in the midst of a normal Sunday afternoon behind a closed office door he never knew what happened just dropped down and died my normal world replaced by a true life horror tale my knees sparred with gravity while this anvil of sadness squashed my heart wobbling legs drove me mercilessly to his serene good bye face on a rolling table with a sheet up to his neck.

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Jun 16, 2014

Jun 16, 2014 at 4:52 PM UTC

april-dawn

Dead-end

They assured me the 15 inch blunt fingerprint- free knife was wielded with the stealth element of surprise in the midst of a normal Sunday afternoon behind a closed office door he never knew what happened just dropped down and died my normal world replaced by a true life horror tale my knees sparred with gravity while this anvil of sadness squashed my heart wobbling legs drove me mercilessly to his serene good bye face on a rolling table with a sheet up to his neck.

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