Second Thoughts Poem by Ima Ryma

I'm looking down at me in bed.
All around are my family.
They're grieving because I am dead.
Their attention is all on me.
Mom and Dad, they both look so sad,
And my brothers and sisters too.
Just watching them makes me feel bad.
They seem to care more than I knew.
I thought they hated me for all
The rotten stuff that I had done.
I felt unloved and built a wall,
Keeping out each and ev'ry one.

I'm regretting that I have died,
Second guessing my suicide.