One day, two days, three and four.
Days go by and I never get over it.
Death - it's something you never get over.
You learn how to cope with it day by day.
But, you never really get over it.
Not a day goes by that you don't dwell.
You can't help but think about it constantly.
You can't believe they're gone.
Part of you wonders why it wasn't you instead.
It eats away at every part of you.
You wish that you could've died instead.
It hurts beyond belief.
YOU ARE READING
It's Not Funny.
PoetryI'd just like to make one thing perfectly clear, because I'm already being asked about it. NO, my poem "Suicide Note" is not a REAL suicide note. I'm in NO way, shape, or form suicidal.I just take topics that people have a hard time talking about an...
