In that moment,
I didn’t care.
I was mad, sad, and depressed
What should I do?
Go to sleep and wake up to another
Terrible day?
Or end it?
Never to see anyone again?
What should I do?
In a spur of the moment,
I grab the gun
I hide under my bed
Cocking the gun,
I hold it to my head,
And pull the trigger.
Everything goes black.
Then there’s a bright light,
I look down and am surprised
At what I see.
It’s my body,
I’m flat on the floor,
Blood pouring from my head
My mother runs in,
Sees my body and falls in a heap,
Sobbing and screaming for my father.
My father runs in,
See’s my body and yells,
“Why, son? Why didn’t you talk to someone?”
Looking down at my parents,
I realize I’ve made a mistake.
I’ve made a permanent solution for a temporary problem.
I never realized how many people
Cared for me,
How many people loved me.
What have I done?
Looking at my parents
I send a silent prayer to them
“Mother, I’m sorry. I made a mistake.
Father, I’m sorry for letting you down.
I love you both so much. I’m sorry.”
I turn from the ugly scene
And follow the light,
Away from everyone who loved and cared for me.
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In Remembrance
PoetryIn that moment, I didn’t care. I was mad, sad, and depressed. What should I do? Go to sleep and wake up to another Terrible day? Or end it? Never to see anyone again? What should I do? In a spur of the moment, I grab the gun I hide under my bed. Coc...