This was a poem that I wrote when I found out that a teenager in my area had committed suicide.
I’m sorry I didn’t know you until you died
That seems unfair in itself.
But I promise I will never look at you as a statistic
And that’s often what people forget.
That a person is a person no matter what.
And you were not your suicide.
You ran miles and miles
You smiled and you laughed
You frowned and you cried
You loved and you hated.
And you were just a person
With a lot of pain.
And I wish I could have been there for you
To remind you that things were going to be ok.
What saddens me most
Is to know that you were so sad.
That you felt such pain
And no one was there to help.
And that even after this news was announced
Everyone seemed to shrug it off and move on
And I was crying for you
I was crying for the fact that your life was over
That your friends and family are left alone to
try and make sense of it.
And that apathy was running rampant at
It always seems to when tragedy hits.
As I heard the words of your friend
the tears of grief fresh upon her face
thoughts raced through my mind
This could have been one of my friends
Anyone I love
And even though I didn’t know you
Your suffering pained me
And I was reminded of why I need to write
To show people that they are not alone
To provide comfort and solace
And to help ease this pain and prevent this tragedy
One person at a time.
The world will miss you
It will miss you for the person you were
And what does someone say in this situation?
While the rest of life seems to go on
And a small few are stunned.
We must remember you for your time here
For your contribution
And I know this poem may not erase the wound
But I think it is a beautiful thing that out of your death