November 5th
2014
My cousin
Died
From suicide
He was 14 at the time
To decide
To die
At that age
Is insane
He chose pills
As a way out
To kill
What was left
Of him
I miss him
He was my favorite
Cousin
My stomach churns
As I think of him
He was so young
To decide
That, that
Was his
Only option
He Had friends.
Family
People who loved him
Yet he gave it all up
To hang with death
He saw a quick way out
And took it
My poor cousin
In such a state
I wish I knew
I don't know what I
Would do
I just wish
I knew
I miss him very
He never lacked
Kindness
Or
Shyness
But now I carry
His legacy
With sorely
Fury
For those
Who make fun
Of those who choose
Death
For he was the best
Thing that happened to me
But now he
Is no longer
I no longer have that person
To listen
Like no other
I never mention
His name
Nor stories
Nor times on earth
Because it hurts
Me too greatly
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Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
