Posthumously Poetic by Brian Crandall

I am not a silent poet

I told her I was going to do this

She thought I said it for attention

I told him I was going to do this

He said in Christ I’ll find redemption

Their heart aches when they hear

another one died from suicide

“If only he’d reached out for help”

If only he tried

I did reach out for help!

My cries for help were ignored

You thought I was too weak

to fall upon a sword?

My friends, my family

They didn’t know just what to do with me

So they smiled at me, reacted ignorantly

“You will be fine” they all assured me

I’ll be fine?  FINE!!???

I won’t be fine and I know this

I look in the mirror and I see me

I am disgusted in me

Who I’ve become I am just sick of me

That’s why I have a gun so I can blow…

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