Poem written about my brother's suicide, almost a year to the day he died. |
This was written January 3, 2005 - Twelve days shy of the one-year anniversary of my brother's suicide. He was 19 years old when he died and his name was David. The Voice Gone from this realm of constant pain Our efforts and pleas were all in vain Selfish love and prideful need We all stood there and watched you bleed All you wanted was freedom from choice But all of us never heard the voice It screamed and raged within your heart We chose denial right from the start He's okay it's just a phase Who knew it would be just a few days Before you took your life; chose to die Leaving no note or answer why Two beautiful babies without a dad Yes, at first you know I was mad I didn't understand, I didn't know why All I could do was sit and cry I neglected the world, my family too Longing for solace, longing for you I searched for answers, for reasons why You felt so helpless and wanted to die How you could resign your fate on earth Why you felt you had no worth How could you hurt mom, dad, and me How could you abandon your family Slowly but surely the answers came through You faced a choice and couldn't choose A boy or a girl, who means more? Something you couldn't handle, couldn't balance the score Eliminate yourself, and don't make the choice because no one but you could hear the voice. |