I stand here in the bathroom
crying over things undone
wondering if i could have changed
any thoughts the night it won.
I cry over lost moments
and time I can't get back.
If only i'd seen it sooner,
I'd remind you I'd pick up your slack.
These thoughts swirl in my mind
as my knees buckle and bind.
You're gone forever, brother.
Never again to see the light.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
This is unfortunately written around true events in my life. Suicide is not something to be taken lightly. If you or your family/friends may be considering and/or in danger of committing suicide, please call the suicide hotline number: 988. You are loved and cared for. No one should ever be alone through this. ❤️ Much love.
-Nikki
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