Suicide.
After I lost my daughter Summer Rose, I was suicidal and this was one of the many poems I wrote in my darkest days.
Walking this planet, invisible,
Staring at the faces with a smile,
Wishing my life would stop and be still,
Wishing I could just die for a while.
Silence, is all I hear,
Screaming inside my head,
Sitting in the darkness, the light I fear,
What’s the point of being happy, I prefer sadness instead.
Forgetting the meaning of life,
Running from the happiness I knew,
As I got a hold of that knife,
Hoping it cuts all the way through.
Not like before, this time I mean it,
I don’t want this, I don’t want me,
Everywhere I go, I just don’t fit,
I am not alive inside, can’t you see!
No-body knows, no-body understands,
No-body cares, that I am not there,
Sitting alone, waiting for the end,
You think you know my story, all you did was stare!
I don’t have the strength to pretend to smile anymore,
They say day by day, but why should I?
I just want to hit the floor,
Would you even care!? Would you even cry!?
You don’t know the meaning of a broken heart,
Mine was ripped in half when I lost my little girl,
My whole life was torn apart,
That was the end of my world...
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