My Thoughts at Your Funeral

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Submitted: July 21, 2018

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My Thought at Your Funeral:

 

I’ve been to too many funerals for those still young,

Seen too many lives that are now over and done.

Seen too much pain with more promised to come.

Who made you forget who you could become?

The life you might’ve lived could've outshined the sun.

These dreams, your futures –– they’re now over and done.

They ended that night you made that decision.

You did it, not me, so why am I the one

Who has sit here and morn you while you get to be gone?

 

So say goodbye, 

to these lines, 

that you tried to define.

You took your own life,

And now I’m stuck here with mine.

And you are gone now,

Us you didn’t mind.

I was not ready to say goodbye.

But that choice was not mine.

It was yours and you drew that line.

And I’m frozen in time,

Stuck wondering why?

Perhaps there was something that I

Could’ve done, could’ve tried.

To cry here, do I even have the right?

But you, you didn’t have to die.

And I don’t see why

You couldn’t see that like I,

That there’s more than this time,

Here, this small line.

If you were looking for a sign,

Look here at these lives,

These people, these parts of your life,

Only to come together and cry,

I wish you hadn’t for your sake not mine,

But you did, and it’s over, you’re gone ––

–– goodbye.

 

Deep breath,

Desperate sigh,

Struggling, trying not to cry.

So many people wondering why ––

So many people, yet alone, you died.

If you wanted to be seen,

We’re all looking at you,

Looking, wondering,

what the hell do we do?

Do you know who found you?

Or did you overlook that too?

Remembrance for you life,

Will only recall how you died.

And there’s nothing the preacher

 can say to make this right.

Why didn’t you think twice?

Please tell me you thought twice.

Please tell me there was another option 

Then caving to this strife.

Now the pain you left,

It will transcend lifetimes.

And they’re showing pictures of your smile,

And I’m wondering what was the trial,

That pushed that final mile,

Surely you considered it for awhile,

Before you made that choice, 

your final.

 

I want to see who you could’ve been.

I wanted you to be there with me then,

But now you’re gone and this is a sin,

But it’s over, it’s done, you’re gone ––

–– the end.

 

I’ve been to too many funerals for those still young,

Seen too many lives that are now over and done.

Seen too much pain with more promised to come.

Who made you forget who you could become?

The life you might’ve lived could've outshined the sun.

These dreams, your futures –– they’re now over and done.

They ended that night you made that decision.

You did it, not me, so why am I the one

Who has sit here and morn you while you get to be gone?


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