Yesterday you told me Why you were dying. I didn’t believe you would But you left me so alone. All the pain built up With no one to talk to. Bottled up inside, you said No one could cure it. The silent disease of solitude. You couldn’t break free. Chains held you down. Now IContinue reading “Broken Free – A Poem about Suicide”
Oh. My. God. Ashley. Just like that, the beautiful day is gone and the heat is no longer pleasant. Now it feels like I am burning up. My eyes fly open. Am I dead? Am I alive? A million questions fly through my head as I look around, searching for answers.
There in the passenger seat of my uncle’s old red Ford pickup was where the truth finally hit me. As I gazed out the dirty window at the golden country around me, I could see tall oak trees bursting with autumn foliage just waiting to return to the earth.