Cemetary Suicide

i walked through the graveyard

and contemplated the irony of a suicide among the tombstones,

my body seeping through the grass to lay

where it belonged, six feet deep, 

down next to the other skeletons.

i can picture the gawking faces of the entire town 

at my funeral

as they plaster on faux smiles

and pretend like they ever cared about me,

as they all cry and pretend 

that they didn't try their hardest 

to bury me there

so far below the ground. 

Reviews

[Gregory Stires]

i really like the depth of this poem. just by reading it makes me feel the emotions of being in that persepctive, also it makes me angry that people torment others to where they break and dont know any way to escape. also i like how this poem people can relate to because there are lots of people being bullied and abused in the world that can relate to this feeling.