Happy Birthday, Life.

My phone rang and I was soon crying, that day..

That day you told me you had tried to take your life,

A month prior to that day.

I remember hearing your voice, filled with so much

Empty hopelessness, sternly say that no one 

Would've cared, and you deserved to die.

You were done with this pain,

You were done with this life, and that's 

Why. 

And I couldn't comprehend your words through

My tears and my own thoughts of life without you.

My best friend.

My hand trembled as I held the phone.

It's been a year since then, and you're

Still here.

Happy Re-birthday.

Tonight I was conversing with a friend,

A friend who's good friend was going to take the plunge

Into death.

It made me remember when you had told me.

How I had felt.

But the difference?

My friend had to tell them to stop.

To stay alive.

To believe in tomorrow.

Because any moment, they were going to do it.

They weren't sharing a re-cap.

It was actually happening....

Life is so fragile,

And thrown away so damn easily,

At the hands of ourselves.

My friend is a savior and hero.

And yet I still held the phone, crying

At the thought of a young life being lost

In a manner so distasteful and sad.

Is the pain in a cycle?

Does it go through their heads and out again?

I know one day I will have to say goodbye to you.

Maybe because we chose different paths in life.

Maybe because we got married and moved away.

I sure hope when I say goodbye to you, my friend,

It is with tears of joy, and not tears

Of dreadful sorrow. So again,

Happy Re-birthday to you,

And to my friend's friend.

Please live.

Author's Note

The words in bold aren't supposed to be enunciated or said any differently. That's not the reasoning behind why I put them in bold, just to let you know. :)

Reviews

[Bland Boy]

i kind of wish i'd read your poem description before i read the poem because i was reading it out loud in a train station (i always have to say the words as i read them) and every time i got to a bolded word i would feel the need to SHOUT it really loud and anyway i got asked to leave the train station.

its a good poem but maybe next time for my sake you could put that warning about the bolded words at the start???

What a peaceful way of describing such a horror.

The 6th and 7th lines of the 4th stanza aroused my attention. This is exactly how I feel.

[nevermindfan1991]

This is a great poem about a traumatic event. It takes a lot to make a poem about a personal event, and not make it cheesy, or winey. Just genuine, and heartfelt. This was a great poem to read, it was able to convey the emotions that pulled on the old heartstrings. Great job!

[STAR CHILD]

this one is full of power it made me cry and brought back a time in my life when i tried it but somethinf good came from it if i has not tried it i would not have discovered my other talenr
what talent you may ask big sis that would be my talent of drawing

[Daytonight]

Well written. Liked the form you used. Keep on penning.