My suicide

by C Cattaway   Mar 8, 2010


Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Broken. Lost. Hurt. Angry. Alone.
Who noticed? Who can see?
Who heard? No-one saw it coming?

A filled room. People. Faces.
"It was such a shame". "Too young".
(We were too busy to hear)
"She was so well loved".

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...Really? Then why are you all here now?
Why not when I was alive?
Where were you when I was screaming in the night?
Where were you when I was crying, alone?

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"She was so happy".
"Everything to live for".
"Her poor family"
(Coward, leaving them to pick up the pieces)

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
"How I will miss her."
That's what they're saying.
Special words, about how wonderful I was..

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I tried. I battled. I fought and lost.
Narrow minds, & shallow heads.
Stone hearts, & selfish ways.
Greedy lives, & low morals.

No! Don't be here.
Don't be at my funeral.
Did I jump? It's your hands!!
That is where the blood is!

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