Notice of absence from Abby1234
I won't be on on weekends or in the summer.
I won't be on on weekends or in the summer.
Death is hate
While life is like sky
So let's not fate
It's not worth a goodbye
Death is a lie
While life is real
Let's not lie around to die
Let us get real and feel
Life is a way to fly
So let's take a look
At what we can do
And fish with a hook
We have a few
Let's play in the nook
Death is an illusion
While home is real
It's like a fusion
So we got to feel
Then I came up with a conclusion
That life is like teal
And death is not real
So don't say goodbye
We will see each other again
We will fly high
And make a bargain
No more goodbyes
Just see you soons.
- Author: Abby Rose Wise (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 28th, 2023 15:07
- Comment from author about the poem: This is a poem I wrote about when a friend of my friend died. I just wanted to make a poem for the person who is missing her friend. I also wrote it to my cousin that died 3 years ago. He died of suicide at the age of 15.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 19
Comments1
Wow, I'm sorry you are so young and so was he, God has a plan for you girl.
I'm here to talk anytime
Thank you so much. Thank you for being there. It's hard when knowing that your cousin is gone and that you can't see them everyday. He was always there for me. I just wish I could of been there for him. Maybe if I did he wouldn't have killed himself.
Oh honey, it isn't your fault,
Please don't blame that on yourself
There was just something going on on his life that he could see no way out of and felt trapped,
That is the sad reality of it, but there is always a way
I still feel like it's my fault. When my dad left I got blamed for that. I have been blamed all my life. So I just assume it's my fault because of me being blamed all my life. I think people are thinking that I should have done something to stop him.
Don't listen to any of them people,it isn't your fault neither is your dad leaving,
Who ever says that it is,is just trying to make themselves feel better and actually deep down blame themselves,
It is easier to pass judgement and point fingers at someone else than face the ugliness they see reflecting back as t them in a mirror
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