I'm broken

I can’t breath in this ocean of emotion,
I’m trapped in self hating, loathing, doubt with no escaping.
I can’t move on, though I try…but you died,
I want this torment to end! But the reaper will not bend.
Yes the blame is mine, I didn’t answer you in time,
The face of pure evil, is the one that I wear...and its lethal.
The suicide belongs to us both, it took you,
and it took my hope.

Reviews

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Have you ever read a book called " I was here"? Your poem has the same themes as this book I just mention. You captured the effect of suicide on the people left behind with great emotion. N.

[Gray]

I'm so sorry to read this. Friend or relative? I had a couple of friends who committed suicide. There is no way you can help anyone who wants to do that. I know of one person who thought he had helped his friend and the person wound up killing himself a week later. They go into a sort of tunnel-vision and block out everything and everyone else. I'm very sorry.

[Courtney Hough]

My very dear friend. At a time we were both suicidal and would help each other but I wasn't able to this time. Thanks for reading and so sorry for your losses