In Memory?

True story.

78 degrees, the temperature is dropping
Like the countless tears that fall like drops of lead
Countless scars and I don't feel like stopping
I can't seem to accept that you are dead

No grave to visit, they scattered your ashes
I can't leave you a flower or a prayer
Pictures in my head of all your razor gashes
All my fault, I was too late, I wasn't there

You seemed like such a happy kid in life
But I found out you were so much less
When I saw you take that shiny knife
And slice right through your perfect flesh

Now my own palms sting with my grip on the blade
Tears flowing at the same pace as my blood
To me, the sound of your sweet laughter won't fade
And won't come back because you're gone for good.

Author's Note

"Don't be shocked that people die,
Be surprised you're still alive."
~Lacey Mosley

Reviews

[Alexander Z. Anthony]

Emotion put into words. Well done.
The rhyming was a tad off, however, in an emotional poem (ie...this one) that isn't the main focus.
Kudos.
-Azza

[Bella-Marie]

A very poigant, full poem, sad and cutting. Loved it.

[Aimee]

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I like this poem.
And the quote in the note.