Seven Letters.

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a too familar word to me, and an explanation why.

Submitted: November 22, 2011

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Suicide,

Seven letters,

Seven people.

I still remeber that phone call,

He shot himself,

He was dead in his car

And no one found him until it was too late,

I lost my great uncle.

I still remeber my dad's tears,

He had kept his car on,

His wife had just died

My dad was the one that found him,

I lost my great-grandfather

I still remember that funeral,

You gave up on life

You shot yourself,

And left you kids alone.

I lost a close family friend.

I still remember the night,

I kept her in my arms as she cried,

She told me not to worry, she would look down on me

As she continued to bleed out

I couldn't lose my sister,

I still remember that day,

She came running up the stairs,

Her sister was in the hospital

She tooks too many pills and was dying.

I couldn't lose my friend.

I still remember that conversastion,

You thought you had to end it,

But you were stopped by and angel,

I couldn't lose my best friend

And finally I still remember those thoughts,

No one cared.

I was useless

Suicide was the only answer,

But,

I couldn't leave this world.

Suicide.


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