The Film Goes 'Round and 'Round

Written Wednesday, September 10, 2008

    3:17 A.M

 

A rerun. The next night, another. And another the next.

Stop playing these reruns; they're making me sick.

I wish they were old TV shows or bad movie clips.

But these reruns are real, not some cheap Hollywood trick.

 

The first is of a girl who couldn't take the pain anymore,

So her finger pulled the trigger, and her body hit the floor.

Have you ever tasted blood-mist, bitter-sour in your mouth?

Or is the sight of your best friend's suicide burned so deep that you can never get it out?

Or heard your words fall silently that you had tried so hard to shout?

This film will go 'round forever, I know it without a doubt.

 

The second is of two boys living for tomorrow.

They didn't get to see it because a man tried to drown his sorrows.

They said that one of the boys went painlessly, having died when car crushed car.

He was in a bag by the time I got there, but the other died in my arms.

You feel like such a liar when you promise a friend he'll be okay,

Despite the fact that you know he won't live to see another day.

 

So those are reruns that I often watch when I go to sleep.

They led to fears of losing loved ones, friends, those who mean the most to me.

Those memories still haunt me damn near every day,

But the love and friendships of those three were worth it in every little way.