Warning: This is a really, really deep poem. It is something that no person who is not feeling me mentally well should read. But the friends of those people should. And the friend show have lost a friend through suicide should too. It may really get you down but the end will make you realise. That life is worth living. Ps. I wrote this as a way to express my sorrow of what's happened to people and nearly me. I will make a page break so there is a space to consider if you read. Thanks, and be cautious.
I could have saved her.
Stopped her from jumping.
But I just stood back.
I let her fall, fall down.
She needed support.
But I couldn't give it.
I should have tried harder.
I should have asked for help.
I couldn't do it myself.
I was stupid to think I could.
I couldn't save her then.
But I could have if I had known.
The sickening crunch will stay with me.
Haunt me for the rest of my dim life.
The emotionless look in her eyes.
As she stood back and let the wind carry her.
I've lost a friend.
A family lost a daughter.
The world lost a human being.
The universe lost a once happy soul.
I should of helped.
I really should have.
But I shouldn't let this take me over.
For all life is worth living,
