One Last Suicide Cry. Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

the noose around my neck
my whole life has been a wreck
i'll hang it in my closet
never know you'd be the one to cause it

my letters on the floor
moved open by the door
mother comes running in
she tries to hold up my chin

everything is darkening now
as she moves to screaming 'how'
now they're on the phone,
they feel guilty for leaving me alone

I'm laying on the bed,
wishing i was dead
father gently stroaking my head
sheets now turning red

they did not notice the slash on my wrist
my hands curled in a fist
my sisters comes in with a towel.
and the dog, begins to howel.

i hear the ambulance call
the streacher rolling down the hall
and as they bring me out.
my brother stands to pout

paramedics by my side
my parents wishing for a ride
now im having trouble breathing,
and they're having trouble saving.

as i sit near by and watch.
fathers drinking scotch
my sisters locked in the bathroom.
slashing her wrists, to spell out doom

Mother's at my grave
sitting and talking about all her rage
my brother's out getting high
then comes home and hides his lie.

now im up above
no more feelings left to shove
no more people left to hurt
now i'll rest here in this dirt.