Cousin Hunter
I'll never know you.
Not because you don't care,
not because I don't care,
but because . .
you're gone
and I'm blue.
If you could see
what people have done for you,
what people have sacrificed for you,
how my aunt cried for you . .
would you have taken too many pills that night?
It may have been too soon, but now you're free.
I'll never know you,
because too many pills
were your woe.
When the night grew cold
you struck your heart with that knife,
you jumped off that cliff,
you said yes to that bottle.
I know you care.
So,
clean that knife,
walk away from that cliff,
put down that bottle,
and say:
"I will get to know you."
A/N: This is a dark theme, I know, but it is only because I had the tragic lose of a loved one just this year. I hope this poem can be a anchor for most people just like him: Don't pull yourself from this world. I know it seems like all with be fine when you're gone, but it only puts the pressure and sadness onto someone else. So, please, reconsider suicide.
