Never Again

Ashes to Ashes,
Dust to dust.
Now you’re gone,
And there is no one to trust.
You left me here all alone,
It makes me want,
To cry and moan.
Why did you go?
Was your life that bad?
Was it so hard?
You were only a lad.
So much potential,
Places to go.
Things to see,
People to know.
It came so sudden,
The terrible news.
I couldn’t believe it,
I had to refuse.
It was hard to accept,
I felt so much doubt.
But it was true.
And now I am without,
You here by my side,
Sharing each day.
Why was I,
The one to pay?
I knew that you,
Had had it rough.
That things had gone wrong,
And life was tough.
But wasn’t there,
Some other way out?
This I know this,
Without a doubt.
Some mistakes,
You can repair.
But this one is,
Forever there.
You did not,
Deserve to die.
Everyone now,
Just sits and cries.
I couldn’t have known,
What you were going to do.
And now the chance is gone,
Your life is through.
But it happened,
You did die.
You committed,
Suicide.
I will never again,
See your shining face.
Never again,
It cannot be replaced.
You made a choice,
That lasts forever.
You can’t go back,
Not now not ever.
Now as I sit here,
Beside your grave.
I wonder why,
You weren’t brave.

Alone

The girl sits on her bed,
Her tears are diamonds,
rolling gently down her face.
Her soul is cut,
With a blade sharper that she ever imagined.
Dug deep and slowly twisted and turned.
Tearing up her insides.
She remembers a time when she smiled,
and her eyes twinkled like a twin pair of jewels.
Now the smile is turned upside down,
And her eyes are deep hollow pits.
Her friends have deserted her.
The memories of phone calls and parties are long lost.
For now she sits at home, the phone silent.
But her parents are not.
Screams fill the living room,
Sending chills down her spine.
She huddles in the corner,
covering her face with a pillow.
Trying to stop the sound of their voices.
There is nowhere that she can be happy.
Home is hell with screaming and silent stares.
At school she feels alienated,
Looking at her old friends, laughing without her.
She goes through old notes,
The words “call me” writ upon paper.
She can’t remember the last time she had called someone.
Her life seems to be falling apart.
But all around her it seems as though no one cares.
She is left alone to face the world all alone.
Life doesn’t seem worth living.
She slowly gets up,
And walks to the closet.
Her arm reaches up to the top shelf,
pulling down the black object she knew was there.
She loads it with preciseness.
She places it to the side of her head,
And pulls the trigger.