Sixteen YearsA Poem by Danielle LandrySometimes, you reach that point where suicide seems like the best option.Sixteen Years I’m tired of all of this. I wish I could be on my own. Every time I turn around, Something is going wrong. I stay to myself And out of everyone’s way. So why can’t they just let me be? Sixteen years I haven’t part my lips. Sixteen years I’ve been treated wrong Sixteen years Was fifteen too long. Standing on top of a rooftop, Looking down at all of the people. Should I jump, Or keep my life.
All the years he touched me, How God gave me a best friend And then took her away. How he broke my heart, How I was stupid in love. Turned gay, And dashed out. I think and decide “What’s the point?” The wind in my face, My eyes stinging of tears, The pressure of gravity Heavily pushing on my back. My shoes fall off And so does my jacket. As I’m in the air, I re-thnk my decision. I start to fall faster As I quickly try To grab a hold of something So I can stop my fall. Too late. S P L A T ! As I hit the ground, I see my body lying there, Lifeless. I watch my family rush to me, Crying and asking God “why?” I see him look at me and break down, Wishing he could have stopped me. I wish I hadn’t done it, I wish I was there in his arms. I lightly start crying, Wishing I could go back in time. “Everyone deserves a second chance”, A faint voice whispers to me. I start to fall back in place with my body. I stop crying as my body instantaneously inflates with life. “Thank you” I gratefully whisper to God. “This time I won’t screw up.” He kisses my tears away with love gratefulness When he sees I’m alive. And he whispers into my ear “Next time, I’m going with you.” © 2011 Danielle LandryFeatured ReviewReviews
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