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J.A.E

Contributed by Wilder on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 04:22:55 PM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



I'll never forget how I felt that day
When they told me that you had died
I barely reacted, I think I fell silent
I sat on my bed, but I never once cried

I couldn't believe it was you they meant
The bright young chap with bright blue eyes
Who took his own life right after his birthday
I prayed and I wished they were telling me lies

It never hit home until the nighttime
That you were never coming back again
I missed your eyes, your smile, your laughter
Nothing would ever be quite the same

I spoke to your Dad for the first time ever
He told of your funeral day
I told him I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened
That Jim took his own life away

The day of the funeral I was much too nervous
I think I was shaking from head to toe
We got so lost, we missed your burial
Guilt of that day will never ever go

What more can I say, you're sorely missed
I wish I could see you just once more
What made you do it, we will never know
Only you can ever know what it was for




Copyright © Wilder ... [ 2005-05-20 16:22:55]
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Re: J.A.E (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Friday, 20th May 2005 @ 11:17:31 PM AEST
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What an emotional write...I'm so sorry you lost a friend that way. I read suicidal poetry on here all the time, and it just breaks my heart, to think someone could feel so helpless, that they can't go on. If you ever need a sounding board, feel free to PM me....Take Care,
Scorp.




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