How the Story Goes

its about my mom, suicide, a razor, &him...

I guess you'll never understand 
Why is it you get me so mad 
You say poetry is nice unless its not about suicide 
When you don't even know the stories behind the people who died 
I understand it more than you could know 
So this is how the story goes: 
Your soul aims to bring people down 
You release your poison of misery& watch as people fall to the ground 
I understand rejection 
You showed pain& not affection 
I tried to reason but you didn't have time to listen to what I had to say 
That's when it all went down that dreadful day 
Its like he knew I was in need of help 
He knew how I felt 
The scars started forming one after one 
That's when the thoughts of suicide begun 
I saw no point in being alive 
I didn't know if i'd be able to survive 
You never noticed, didnt even bother to ask 
Clearly you didn't know me well enough to see through my mask 
For a while this went on 
Until he reached my life& the scars were gone 
He wasnt mine 
But seeing him come over was just fine 
He made me feel like love was really out there 
He made it seem like life was really fair 
For a while things stayed the same 
Until one day I hurt him& since then he never came 
So unlike you I know what im talking about 
Without a f*****g doubt

Author's Note

This is about suicide& how I personally went through it& how I dealt with it Please comment

Reviews

[WritersSoul]

i'm still on that stage :( and its horrible, i want to get off it. But this poem is just like a reminder of how it actually is, Good write :)