A Suicide Story Untold.

Walking among the living,

not sure yet if I'm dead.

 

Silently breathing.

So quiet, I'm not heard.

 

Can they see me?

I can see myself.

 

I look in the mirror.

My reflection is nowhere.

 

I'm a ghost in this place.

Stalking those who are real.

 

I listen to their final regrets.

What they wish they could've last said to me.

 

"She was so courageous.

No afraid to be herself."

 

It's too late to tell me now.

Though, I here their cries.

 

My friends were asked the truth.

They only denied.

 

They swore not to tell

of my deadly wishings.

 

They're closed mouths,

knowledgable of my deep wounds.

 

I was tore,

I was broken.

 

No one cared to fix me.

I helped myself to really feel.

 

When I was found,

I was long gone.

 

Left on the cold ground.

Blood dripping from every which way.

 

I did this to myself.

Thinking only to heal my insides.

 

My suicide story will never be told.

Nothing more than what you've just read.

 

 

 

Author's Note

This is something I kinda just came up with. A lot of teen suicide stories are left untold.

Reviews

[zainul]

Great effort,dear friend.
Love these lines as favorite:
"I'm a ghost in this place.
Stalking those who are real."

[Chesney W.]

Thank you

[zainul]

You are most welcome,dear poet:)