Suicidal Sacrifice

by Baby Rainbow   Aug 27, 2015


I rewind back to eleven years ago today.

My mind was racing
as I sat upon my bed,
etching your name into my skin
with the sharpest blade I could find.

The night had been so unkind,
and I knew it would take my whole life
to figure out how to go on surviving
when you're gone.

It's like you knew
there would be no happy ending.
You tried to scream for help so many times,
but no one ever came.
So you finally decided to fly with the angels
and say goodbye to all of your pain.

I scratched your name a thousand times
until my blood began to drip;
I was so scared of forgetting your memory
that I wanted to carry you with me forever.

And although eleven years ago today,
my heart began to hate you,
I no longer blame you
for leaving this world,
or for leaving me.

I'm glad you found a place free from pain,
and if that meant letting go of me,
then that sacrifice was just how things
were meant to be.

Saffie
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  • 2 years ago

    by Skyfire

    So much pain for those suffering and those left behind. I am so sorry if you have lost someone you loved - this was beautifully said.

  • 2 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Suicide is all around us and my heart goes out to those who committed and the ones left behind. I also lost someone dear to me and I was angry but as time went on and I found myself in that situation I understood the pain. You wrote this sad poem with great beauty.

  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Saffie, I know what an awful topic this is, and so I am genuinely moved by this piece, especially as I believe you actually did lose a friend this way. But it is written very well and does relay the awful consequences such actions have not just for them, but those left, and the affect it can have following.
    I don't want to over analyse this piece, but the fifth stanza is so moving - it flows beautifully and the words are full of a forgiveness that you have come to with age and time,
    Take care,
    Ben