He took his life



He was depressed
Always stressed
When the time came he took the blade
Cut his wrists and his colors started to fade
His body began to decline
He was the only one I new was mine
I found him in the floor
Beside the bed room door
With a note on his heart
The thing I remember of it is this part

"This note will be placed on my heart
Where you my love is a big part
You were everything to me
I know right now you can't see
But I love u
And I hope you still love me too"

I put his hand in mine
I understood he had crossed his line
But why to die
Why not have me hold him while he would cry
He was my life
And I was his wife




Poetry by Ariel Bennett
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Written on 2006-10-02 at 04:14

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zeeshan
an awsome write dear , an awsome write !!!! , but very disturbing, may god bless u , keep up the good work !!!


rgrds:zee
2006-10-14


Sabrina
A wonderful poem.... a very sad theme..... great piece of art!

Hugs,
Sabrina
2006-10-02


Kari
Wow.. powerful.. I really hope this was just a stong poem and not a real life experience.
2006-10-02


Saga
It' such a selfish thing, the sins we do, either we don't care or don't see the ripples that our actions effect!!!!
2006-10-02