Post by nowai on Feb 16, 2016 21:16:39 GMT
This poem is not written by me, but instead by a friend of mine named Joanna, 16, UK.
When the sun goes down, will you remember me?
As the moonlight rays, slowly set me free?
Will you cry, or break, or attempt to be brave?
Knowing I was the one, who could not be saved?
Will you seek my presence, in dreams beyond?
If I whisper your name, will you respond?
Will you hear my cries, or desperate calls?
Through the loneliness trapped inside my walls.
Can you feel the dawn, slowly creeping in?
As death steals away the last pieces within?
You see, I closed my eyes to not awake,
I took my last breath, just before daybreak.
It breaks my heart, my dearest friend
That this is the way, it turned out to end
Though it was my choice, I never wanted it
I never thought I'd be strong, enough to quit.
As the sunlight reveals my story's page un-turned
And the curtains at last, fail to defend
The tragedy that lies inside a locked door,
Will you remember, the friend you knew before?
Will you ask questions, scream or wonder why?
Can you forgive me, for ending my own life?
And you say there's so much I failed to believe...
But I feel more alive now, than I ever did when I lived.
When the sun goes down, will you remember me?
As the moonlight rays, slowly set me free?
Will you cry, or break, or attempt to be brave?
Knowing I was the one, who could not be saved?
Will you seek my presence, in dreams beyond?
If I whisper your name, will you respond?
Will you hear my cries, or desperate calls?
Through the loneliness trapped inside my walls.
Can you feel the dawn, slowly creeping in?
As death steals away the last pieces within?
You see, I closed my eyes to not awake,
I took my last breath, just before daybreak.
It breaks my heart, my dearest friend
That this is the way, it turned out to end
Though it was my choice, I never wanted it
I never thought I'd be strong, enough to quit.
As the sunlight reveals my story's page un-turned
And the curtains at last, fail to defend
The tragedy that lies inside a locked door,
Will you remember, the friend you knew before?
Will you ask questions, scream or wonder why?
Can you forgive me, for ending my own life?
And you say there's so much I failed to believe...
But I feel more alive now, than I ever did when I lived.
