This is a poem I wrote to a girl I learned to know on the Internet about a year ago. I learned to know her in a time of depression and she was talking about suicide a lot. I decided to publish part of the poem I wrote to her at that time. I cut the first part to maintain her anonymity.
Talking for hours without a break,
I cannot imagine this is fake.
So it didn't take long to realize,
This is becoming friends without looking into the other's eyes.
There are so many things we share,
But one difference that makes me care:
While in my life I try everything I haven't tried,
You embrace death and suicide.
I don't know anyone with such an obsession
And please don't blame it on depression!
This thing is really spooking in my head:
I don't want you to be dead!
I think you are creative and smart,
I love your poems which is your way of art.
I read some of them and sensed your cry:
This world does not want me, so just let my die.
There is still one thing I don't understand:
You want to see the world on the other hand.
You are interested in many things including Spanish,
So death cannot be your eternal wish.
Sometimes life is good, sometimes it's bad,
Sometimes you're happy, sometimes you're sad.
There is so much this life is giving,
So promise me, you will stay among the living.
I met the girl a few month after I wrote this poem and she is fine.
3 comments:
That's a really well composed poem. It was nice to read.
I look forward to reading more.
I'm going through the exact same thing right now. It's a horrible position to be in.
I had a very similar thing happen very recently, I met a guy who was a few months older than me from india and I live in the states. He talked about suicide often and I convinced hom not to twice but the other day he said he was leaving and that he couldn't do it anymore and that he wanted to spend his last day with me, but his network was not working correctly..... I never got to say goodbye. I was looking at poems to post as my status on facebook in rememberance of him (I hope no one minds but I had writers block.) I cared so muxh for him because I used to be where he is... was. But I found a way through it all. I wish he had. I still don't know everything that happened just that they found him and that I was right. </3 R.I.P. Pratyush Kumar
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