I whispered
To the scars on his skin
I told them they were beautiful
Even though they tear me apart inside
I stare
At the scars on his skin
When takes his shirt off after a long day
And when he lays next to me at night
I trace
The scars on his wrist
When we hold hands through the day
I tell
Him that it would be alright
When we went to the hospital
That I don't think of him differently
Even in the depths of hell
I thought
His mind was getting strong
Since his scars were healing better
He was starting to live for once
I screamed
When I found him on the floor
All the scars reopened
A note taped to the bedroom door
I spoke
Of his scars as they lowered him in the ground
Of kind words when his mother held me close
Of the good times when I looked at his face for the last time...
I remembered
Him when I went to the doctors
Three weeks later
Your were going to be a father
I longed
For your touch when I held him for the first time
His hands are just like mine
But the eyes, as blue as the sky
Just like yours
Oh so bright
I feel
You with me as he grows
He stands up tall and whispers of how he loves me
This was your gift
You made sure
I would never be alone
And he will forever be your son.
Authors note <3
Think before you take your life, because you never know the light that could be right around the corner even when you feel that there never will be light again
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The Suicide Story
Non-Fiction'The Suicide Story' is a collection of poems, short stories, letters, advice, and so on to raise awareness and vent about the struggles of living with/around mental illness. This is a collaborative project where users can submit with a dedication, o...
