Larry, I had a friend who committed suicide at the end of high school. Her family headed to a townfair together, but she chose to stay home. When they returned, she had hanged herself. This was more than a decade ago. Your poem brings all of the memories and feelings back, and it reminds me of the endless suffering I know her dad still deals with everyday.
Heartbreakingly sad. Beautiful writing. I am so sorry if this poem is about someone in particular.
This piece is very touching Sir Larry, and I can relate very much to the place inside the poem. People get themselves into such darkness, that no matter how much light is offered to them, or love, they just cannot feel it or see it, it feels impossible to reach out for anything, no matter how close it may appear to be.
Your questions throughout the poem are so innocent, they don't seem filled with anger towards anyone, more guilty that you could not stop pain from growing.
I do think the term depression is often over-used, but then in real cases of it, I do believe it is unfortunately under-appreciated. It is not simple to explain it, nor escape it, hence, so many tragic stories like the one we read in your work here.
Thank you for writing and sharing this piece.
Very touching work, bringing reality to life.
This is like a plaque which has consumed numerous lives and no matter how much we try to reach out to help, that person must be able to see it, willing to take that help but there are those moments that person cannot just reach out or feels like a failure if he/she does so...your pained voice is felt within this read...take care.