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Author Name: FreeaRomnceHasFallen 2 Comments
Date Added: July 25, 2008 05:07:36 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Why did I take you for granted?
Never thought I'd feel so bad
Thinking of you endlessly
All the great times that we had

They reached down and took you away

It's making me feel so alone
Wishing I had you here today
You'd kill me for being so weak
But I can't find any other way

The pain is here to stay...

The prevention kills me
The futility screams at me
The anger bleeds from my soul
The panic eats my life...

Sadness clouds al lthat I see
What will it take for it to be free?
Awakened mind
But still I sleep
I'll take this pain
And your memory is mine to keep

Holding back these tears
As I kneel beside your grave
Why did you have to do this?
Another life I could have saved

And I just can't bear to imagine...
The pain
The suffering
The agony you must have felt...
So many questions left beside the stone I knelt

Or did you even care at all?
Did your selfishness commence your downfall?

And the wonder eats me away
As the questions kill me every day
I find solace in this inquisition
As futile as inquisition seems...

And the anger rips my pain
The very thought of you drives me insane
Is this all
You wanted from me?
Feeling your pain endlessly...

I struggle to comprehend
The reasons you inflicted your fate
Was it me
Was it God
Was it life itself?
Would you care to see me in this state?

Do I need to feel what you felt to answer this question?
Will I end it all to end this confusion?

But that's what you'd want me to feel...
To feel as dead as you
To feel as lame as you
To feel as spiteful and agonised as you
No way
I won't stay
In this pain
I won't feel the same
So this demon of inquisition I will tame

As some things were better left


Author's Notes:
A person who feels a slight amount of guilt for a frind's suicide... he can't exactly find a reason for him to take his own life.
Then he realises some things are better left unknown.
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Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on July 25, 2008 08:43:52 AM Report
Painful to read this poem... but it happens every day...
 By just reading what poems I have your a astonishing writer...Welcome aboard our family  friends.and writers
. ~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeCathy on July 25, 2008 07:49:09 AM Report
Welcome to the site!! This is a sad and tragic poem with no one to blame.. The person who committed suicide didn't think of the people they left behind... An Excellent poem filled with mixed emotions I am glad that person sees that suicide is not the answer. It only causes more pain. So sorry to hear of the friends passing
........hugs Cathy


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