Up late at night
Pictures strewn all around you
Tears dropping on your lap
You right your last words

On a tiny scrap of paper
Are the final words of thee
The final words of love
The final words of hate
Your final goodbye

On that tiny scrap of paper
Is your final goodbye
Your final message
That the tears didn’t hide it anymore
So much pain
Building inside
Pain so real
You can’t hide it

On the tiny scrap or paper
You sign your name
Saying I love you
But you can’t take the names

As you seal your final goodbye
You pick up the blade
You look in front of you
Take one final look
One more look at your life
That would take you away

Sitting the blade on your wrist
Gently pulling back
Picking it up once more
Your Mom knocks on the door
“Honey what are you doing up so late?” she says
In one simple reply
“Nothing”

Picking it up once more
She comes in
Pushing down hard
You fall limp
Right before her eyes
She sees you expire
Rushing to you she calls for help
5 minutes later they pronounce you dead

Looking in front of you
She sees your life
Picking up the tiny scrap of paper
Reading it slowly
Tears drip down her face
At the terror you had lived through
In her final goodbye
She kisses your forehead
One final goodbye


“Poets Note….this is about what the hellish life a kid can live through.
The names the picking on, bulling. I just wanted to get it out there that
not every kid’s life is so perfect. So many children die each year because
they can’t take the pain anymore. Now in politics they say that our schools
are so safe, yet all they see is the surface, not the deep down insides of
the children. And no this isn’t about me. I have just seen it happen and
it hurts me so bad that people can ruin a person’s life without even knowing
it.”

 
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