Unfolding Suicide

Imagine this.

Your laying in bed.

You hear a knock.

You go downstairs to unlock

You open the door

And  you hit the floor

No It cant be true.

It couldn’t of been you.

Your hear “I need to know who the next of kin is”

I say I don’t know his.

I ask “He’s dead isn’t he”

You were..

You were dead.

You didn’t die in a car accident.

I thought maybe if you did it would hurt less.

I tried my best.

I convinced myself no he couldn’t

No he wouldn’t

Not him

The light became dim

Sadness overswept my body 

I was not like everbody

I could not just cry

No  matter how much I try

My cries are silent 

People became violent.

As I watched my whole life fall apart.

Like the movies and the people sitting on a park bench

My world was falling apart, but slowly

Ya know how the feeling of watching traffic go by?

I was that person, watching things unfold

I watched them fall apart

They begged me to comfort them.

They begged for me to say anything

I could not grasp, why choose to take your own life

Everything in slow motion.

People crying over you

All I could say was “You couldn’t care enough when he was alive”

Instead of asking "What's Wrong With you" 

ask "Would you like me to listen"

They ask me why aren’t you empathetic

How could I  be?

When you died, I died with you.