One beautiful day,
In the middle of the summer
she told me she wanted to die.
For a moment my eyes bulged out,
but I was laughing out loud the next.
I told her not to kid,
Cause dying is not so good.
She acted as if she understood,
and I let it go, then and there.
The next day,
she asked me which is more painful.
Cutting her wrist,
swallowing the poison,
or hanging by the fan?
She asked me if it's okay,
To jump from the building
Or drown herself in the river,
I told her the same,
That dying is not good,
And she acted as if she understood.
Again the next day,
She told me she understood
that dying is not good.
I told her I was glad.
Then she told me that she still wanted to die.
I stared at her for a moment,
And then let it go.
I told her, it's not okay
To jump from the building
Or cut her wrist.
She acted as if she understood.
It continued till the rains started.
Every day I told her,
that dying is not good,
She acted as if she understood.
I started to get scared,
I started to run away.
from her and the things she said.
I alienated her from me,
and she didn't persuade me to stay.
Neither did she stalk me around school
Nor did she come after me,
She acted as if she understood.
One cloudy morning,
We found her in the streets,
Drowned in rain and
Drowned in blood.
I ran up to her like a mad dog,
I clutched her face and screamed in horror
She told me she understood
But she still wanted to die
And she died in my arms,
My hands soaked in blood
I stared at the sky in guilt and grief
I just wished, only if,
She had really understood.
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A/N
This is one of those poems which I really enjoyed writing. The words just came naturally from my heart, and yeah, I like this one!
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Lina!
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