The first to go was a mother not really there
And then a sister who cared
All too much
The second to go
Was almost so slow
I didn't see it coming
You screamed from the shore
I only thought about before
Not the terrifying after
Do you remember
Last September
You were alive
And so, I could survive
Now you're gone
How to carry on?
I learned
Through a dream worth having
We were laughing
You were still around to make jokes
Another friend has disappeared
Like I feared
He was never real
The last one to go
Is a violent show
One that can never be unseen
Slits down his wrists
A horrifying twist
I should've seen it coming
I should've made it clear
That the last one to go, in tears
Will be me
Prepare yourself mom
I'm coming Anna
Silver
Connor
See you on the other side
-Lucky
YOU ARE READING
Please, Disregard
PoetryAn untold story from a misplaced generation, this is teen angst at its finest. These the writings of The Suicide Notebook, or how I'd imagine them to be. It's mostly going to be in poetry form, slam or rhyming. Keep in mind that slam poetry sounds a...
