Suicide Note

Suicide Note

A Poem by Jazzlyn B Barden

Your tears they were true,

You can’t fake that pain.

The pain of failure, and pain of depression.

Anxiety, and knowing you’re not good enough.


You loved her, and she loved you,

But love wasn’t strong enough to help you pull through.

And the promise ring you gave her,

Was your promise of forever.

Only a forever she wouldn’t yet understand.


One.

Two.

Three.

Four.


Now your mother is banging on your bathroom door,

Why are you crying on your bathroom floor?

Why is there blood seeping onto your carpet floor?


Five.

Six.

Seven.

Eight.


The words they’ve said,

They sealed your fate.


Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.


The ones you left here,

You didn’t think they could’ve helped.

But now we’ll never know for sure,

What we could’ve done.


Because by the time the paramedics get there,

You’re already dead.

No suicide note,

Just a lifeless body instead.


Sitting at your funeral,

As tears stream down my face.

I will always have the thought,

If maybe you told me,

There might’ve been something I could’ve done.


Now I’m left clueless,

As to why I was too late,

And why I couldn’t save you,

From that terrible fate.

© 2016 Jazzlyn B Barden


Author's Note

Jazzlyn B Barden
Suicide is a issue that we face in this world, and currently my friend took his own life, so I decided that maybe I could write something about it. For any of you who has lost someone to suicide, I'm so sorry, and I hope that one day you can move on from it. I know it's hard but they wouldn't want you to stay sad because they left, they'd want you to be happy, because now they're in a better place

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I am truly sorry for your loss. I know a few people who have gone down that course of action, and it is never easy for those left behind to cope. This was a beautiful testimonial for your friend, and if read by the right time by the right person, may give them the courage to speak. You've done a brave thin by approaching a taboo subject, and portrayed the emotions within such circumstance both vividly and tastefully. I hope it's not rude of me to point it out, but in the court anza, you rhymed floor with itself. It does slightly disrupt the flow, so changing the wording up a ltle may help with that. It's jus a suggestion, it doesn't detract overall from the poem. Excellent work.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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I'm so sorry for your lost. Your writing is explicable and I hope you keep on writing on what matters

Posted 7 Years Ago


I am truly sorry for your loss. I know a few people who have gone down that course of action, and it is never easy for those left behind to cope. This was a beautiful testimonial for your friend, and if read by the right time by the right person, may give them the courage to speak. You've done a brave thin by approaching a taboo subject, and portrayed the emotions within such circumstance both vividly and tastefully. I hope it's not rude of me to point it out, but in the court anza, you rhymed floor with itself. It does slightly disrupt the flow, so changing the wording up a ltle may help with that. It's jus a suggestion, it doesn't detract overall from the poem. Excellent work.

Posted 8 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 3, 2016
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Tags: Depression, Suicide, Confusion, Hope

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Jazzlyn B Barden

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I enjoy writing non fiction, and a lot of poems that actually mean something. I hope that when people read my poems that they feel something. I also write songs from time to time. Besides writing, .. more..

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