You told me today,
That you wanted to die.
I could tell in your voice,
That it wasn’t a lie.
I never noticed till now,
Of how you fidgeted more.
I never noticed till now,
Of the sweaters you now wore.
But I did noticed now,
How your skin seemed pailer,
How your eyes darker.
Have you been eating?
Have you even been sleeping?
But when you told me,
I finally saw.
The darkness that surrounds you.
When did you start to fall?
Why didn’t I noticed,
That your smile missed your eyes.
Why didn’t I noticed,
That your voice told such lies.
If I had noticed sooner,
Would this had ever happened.
If I had noticed sooner,
Would you had never saddened.
I screamed for you,
Wanting it to not be true,
I cried for you,
Though I didn’t have a clue.
I waited for you,
For you to react,
But the mirror stayed still,
My image intact.
Though this poem is in depth about me, I have in the past, and have seen others struggle with suicidal tendencies. I hope that anyone going through this will reach out to others because you are worth it and you deserve to be here. The suicide hotline is 1-800-273-8255, please contact this if you need help, because you deserve to have help.
