The day after my suicide, I loved my mother even more, when I saw her crying on the floor of my room, hugging my clothes with photos scattered around her, I saw so much love past the tears in her eyes.
The day after my suicide, I felt how much my father loved me, no matter how hard it was, the midst of so much sadness. He spoke to me with tears in his eyes about how proud he was of me and that he loved me.
I saw Tumble (my husky) was more incredible than I could imagine. Everytime someone came home, he would run to the door excited to see me, and seeing that it was not me. He'd lay down in front of the door and continued to wait for me.
The day after my suicide, I felt the love of my sister when I saw her sitting in her room with eyes full of tears. She remembered the times we played, talked and argued together in our beautiful childhood. Treasured moments.
The day after my suicide, I felt how important I was to my friends. They were looking at all our pictures...remembering the laughs we shared.
The day after my suicide, I felt the sorrow in my teachers. They blamed themselves for not noticing.
At night I went to the morgue to look for myself and said: "So many dreams we had, so many loved ones, so many people to meet, You had so many people that loved you, yet you threw that all away?...You have a lot of courage to take your life. Why didn't you use it to win?"
Thank goodness that was just a vision. Remember: You are still here and can change your life forever. You are better than you think you are. Smarter and stronger.
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One day After my Suicide- Poem
PoetryA poem I wrote while listening to sad music 👍 WRITTEN BY ME NOT YOU. NO COPY WRITE PLEASE.
