I stare at the dying of a love I thought I knew.
My heart now cold and shivering as my emotions turn blue.
Dying of a love I thought was true,
But into the arms of another, he flew into.
He knew how strong my flames were,
And now...now not one flame from the , can I stir.
Can my freezing heart continue to beat on?
How can it, knowing loneliness will greet me at dawn?
Death may provide peace and it hands me an invite,
"Take your life and sleep in forever's peaceful night."
The knife hovers over my soft cold skin.
I think of my life... and what could have been.
Tears start to burn as I think of my brother
And as I think of happy times with my mother.
I whisper, with tears now falling,
"I know they may think that this is appalling,
But I'm sick of constantly falling
and I now hear peace, finally calling."
I hear a rustling in the next room.
The knife, over my wrist, continues to loom.
The door opens and I put the knife away.
Johnny comes out out whispering, "Mommy I just wanted to say,
I love you with all my heart
and nothing will split the two of us apart."
Tears stream down as I hug him tight,
Not whispering, "Goodbye", but "Goodnight."
My baby's devotion has shown me the light;
That suicide is never right.
It seems to be an easy way out,
But I now see that there are others to think about.
The pain of losing my love is so deep,
That it is very hard even to sleep.
So how would my little Johnny feel, if,
His mommy became a stiff?
Death no Longer seems that appealing,
When I consider how Johnny would be feeling.
Author's Note:
Nobody's Life is completely filled with happiness
But suicide is completely filled with selfishness.
It is said that - Failed attempts are really a shout,
That children and adults want a way out.
Saying goodbye is torture to those who survive
The people who are no longer alive.
I know how hard things can be in life,
But even being violated, is no reason to take the knife,
Because there are those who will always love you,
Even if the of hope seem gone and your emotions are blue.
And think of how, we, who love you, would feel if,
We found your body, dead, cold and stiff?
Dedicated to those whom we have all loved and lost.
We'll always love you.
Although not in the poem, I feel compelled to say this-
Although She didn't commit suicide she caused a scar to form
in Johnny's heart and memory, for you see, He saw the knife on her wrist
and he knew what that meant.
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of a love I thought I knew. 