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Why

Why

 

Empty dark eyes

Staring into space

Feeling devoid of purpose,

Have you embraced the grave?

Are you ready to leave behind ,

All that you love?

To give up your soul

For an unknown place

Without thought of the cost,

To those left behind.

Who will pick up the pieces

Of  a shattered life?

Is one fateful moment worth

All the pain?

You have passed on to the living,

On  one fateful day.

 

— franny50, Jan 05, 2010

About This Poem

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Country/Region: NYC

Favorite Poets: Keats, Donne, Wordworth, Longfellow

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emily messner

16 years 5 months ago

thats deep

i appreciate how you feel...ive felt that way before...i don't understand the last part are you talking about suicide?
franny50

franny50

16 years 5 months ago

Why

This poem was written after my brothers suicide five years ago.I am questioning his motivation for taking his life.Thank you for reading it.I have never been suicidal,but was trying to imagine what was going through my brothers head at the time.I do know what it is to be depressed,and hope that anyone experiencing suicidal feelings finds the help they need before it is too late.
xena465

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

Suicide

Dear Franny I'm so sorry to hear about your brother. I've attempted suicide and suffered severe depression. I can tell you what wasn't going through his mind, not the ones he was leaving behind. When in that state of mind nothing matters except to escape the pain of life. Something in his life was too difficult to live with. If whatever it was and he could've somehow got past it, he may not have done it. I don't know the circumstances of his demise, but I'm certain he didn't do it to hurt you or his family and friends. I'm still depressed a lot, hence writing poetry. It helps me, to kind of talk to myself, and gives me a better understanding of the world around us. Did he write poetry or stories? I'm glad that I did survive the suicide attempts, a couple of times I nearly didn't. He would be proud of your poem and that you still think of him. Don't think badly of him. It's not a cowards way out as some suggest, I should know. When one survives from suicide it can be quite scary that you tried in the first place, but like I said depression is a serious illness and can be fatal if it festers. It can eat you up until there is nothing left inside yourself. sincerely Rosina xena465
franny50

franny50

16 years 4 months ago

Xena,Thanks once again for

Xena, Thanks once again for reading my poetry.Yes my brother wrote and painted.One of his poems received honorable mention in a national poetry anthology.He was talented and kind,and his death was a great loss.Losing him inspired me to write,so I guess through his death he passed on a gift to me.My mother was also an artist,but she died from natural causes,also in her early forties.He attempted suicide on three seperate occasions,and finally succeeded. I know longer feel the anger,or the need to question his motives,as I did while writing the above poem.I have moved on emotionally,although I will never stop missing him.I have also struggled with depression at times,but have never been suicidal.I am glad you are doing better.The aftermath of suicide effects so many people,so I am glad you decided to live.You are so talented,and have a gift that has helped to carry you through the dark times.May God Bless you always! Franny
xena465

xena465

16 years 4 months ago

I too lost my mother age 49...

in 1972, I was 15 years old. She left behind 9 children. She had MS and suffered for several years. In a way, when I think of her now, it was a blessing that she didn't live a long life with this illness. Like your brother, I lost my sister, age 52 5 years ago. She had severe depression too and as a result of cronic alcoholism she had a Brain Hemorage. But we all have to live on and accept that we have to live the best way we can with what we've got and not dwell on what we haven't got. Lovely to speak to you this way Rosina xena465