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You
You disappeared
I didn't notice
I asked why it had been so long,
He's sick, they said
It calmed my head
You didn't call
I had no clue
I asked why we hadn't heard,
They said
There was no word
You fooled them all
I believed them
I asked if you were better,
Instead, they found your letter
You ended it all
I fell apart
I asked what had happened,
We don't know, they said
All we know is that he's dead
You were gone
I grew older
I asked why they had lied
Some protected, others cried
He loved you very much, they said
When, in fact,
You loved you instead
That leaves with a feeling of
That leaves with a feeling of disgust. Why would anyone say that to someone? That's just awful if it's true. I'm hoping it's fiction.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
My father was an IV drug user
My father was an IV drug user and committed suicide when I was eight years old. This poem is about the months before his death when he was in a rehab, He was let out for the day on good behavior and killed himself. Because I was so young everyone around me lied to me about everything. As I grew older I learned more and more about what really happened. It's still haunts me to this day.