R.I.PA Poem by micky
Tomorrow will be long
Tomorrow there will be no getting out of bed 3 years you'll be dead Mother still pretends there's nothing wrong since you left I have an ongoing relationship... or so With fear and depression These are things mother doesn't like to mention I'm left with the questions of "why'd you have to go?" You had a choice. ..you could of stayed I was there for you... Tell me what to do! So the blaming game is what I played Mother never understood you and I I never understand when you said That soon to you'll be dead You said I should not cry I feel anger and hate You chose a rope Maybe that was your way to cope So now I contemplate The choice you made Brace for impact. ..you use to be my brace I know you were in a dark place But so am I so I turn to a blade The day you died I lost the feeling of being alive I lost the ability to strive You said "I'm fine" you lied You said never give up...what did you do? You were my friend.my brother Your room is still locked...It taunts mother I never understood what you went through I never understood. ..but I'm still here I know you were scared...so you opted out.. Now I don't have much to say or shout I wonder was it fear © 2015 mickyReviews
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