Memories

This was a combination of several different poems that I had done.

Radio plays a familiar tune,
its the song "Cry over me" by meatloaf.

Holding back tears of pain and guilt,
wanting to pick the blade up.

Holds the blade in hand,
memories of happiness run through my mind.

Times we spent together,
holding each other up when we fell apart.

Love, unconditional love had filled my heart,
that remains, though you have torn me apart.

Heart shatters, pain fills my body,
can't help but wonder if i was at fault.

Did I do this to you?
Did I hurt you so bad that you want to leave?

Pain, sorrow, guilt, fill my every pore,
What am i suppose to do?

Memories race through my mind,
lowering the blade to my wrist.

Do I run this across my wrist?
Do I release the pain?

No I must not.

Children are counting on me,
I must remain strong.

I can't fall apart now,
They need me and I need them.

Taking the blade I throw it away,
smiling softly at the choice i made.

Friendship is what he wants,
friendship is what he will get.