I'd been dead over an hour,
When the birds stopped chirping,
And the sun began to lower,
Three souls in the world knew;
My baby sister in her room,
My fuming father in his car,
And my mother on her own,
My sister was crying for air,
Tears hadn't seized pouring,
Onto a picture of us on her phone,
My father was difficult to describe,
Angry at me, never at him,
Blaming everyone else for my suicide,
My mother, at a loss of words,
Mourned the loss of half her heart,
Realizing just how much about I lied,
And this was weird, see?
For none of them thought of each other,
They could only think of me,
But they were all an hour late,
To stop and try make me see.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
