December 31, 2018
- amy
- Nov 19, 2020
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 11, 2020
tw: suicide
I'm transported back to that day
I start to hear voices
My body paralyzes with guilt
My family says to forgive myself
I know they’re right,
yet I find myself here
My eyes start to flood
I begin to hyperventilate
I no longer feel sane
I run to the bathroom
I lock the door
I hear a knock and it’s mom
I open the door to her worried face
She saved me that night
Ever since then
I’ve learned what I mean to others
I’ve learned what I mean to myself
I’ve learned there is more to life
I’ve learned to stay alive
I no longer picture the flowers
I no longer picture the casket
I’ve always wanted to thank her
But I can never let her know
the things I had planned
for that night
Amy I'm proud that you shared this.
Really powerful stuff in the December 31st Poem. I'm glad you're better and I hope you continue to feel better.