You're Not Alone

You're Not Alone

A Poem by Leah
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In memory of all those who took their lives because it was too much to bear. In honor of all those who have survived the death of a loved one who committed suicide. In hopes to help those who can't deal with the pains of life, who want to end it, or

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The world is large,
But you’re just a speck.
No one’s there,
To give you a peck.
Your breath grows heavy,
With each passing day.
You live your life,
In disarray.
A leaden heart,
In your chest.
All you want,
Is a little rest.
You feel as if,
No one understands.
Each minute passed,
In another’s hands.
The room closes in,
And buries your soul.
All you want,
Is to live in a hole.
The pain too much,
For you to bear.
Walls closing in,
There’s little air.
You feel as if,
There’s no way out.
You can only think,
Of one final route.
Before you end it,
Here and there.
Remember me,
And all we share.
I will miss you,
If you go.
The tears I’ll shed,
You’ll never know.
I love you now,
And need you here.
Stay with me,
My darling dear.
I’ll try to help you,
Stay alive.
For only then,
Will we survive.
I’m tired of seeing,
Your saddened eyes.
I won’t let this lead,
To your demise.
A happy you,
Is what I want.
I’ll save you from,
The people’s taunt.
Live for me,
Live for you.
We’ll live your life,
Together new.
Just remember,
This fact well-known.
When you long to die,
You’re not alone.

© 2009 Leah


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Very nicely penned for my sisters friend hung herself n I know the pain all too well. friends tried to intertvene to no avail n she was set in her way of just leaving this place. not to mention we a friend blow his brains out n go click at the beginning of the year which is so hard to fathom.

Posted 15 Years Ago



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