On February 18th, my cousin's best friend shot and killed herself upstairs in her bedroom. This poem is in her memory.
That Trigger
I'm not saying that you're stupid
Cause you're not
It's just that you hurt us a lot
Your eyes sparkled like diamonds
Your hair was silk
Your were gorgeous
It's really not that hard to see
That spirit through your skeleton
Somehow you smiled
Somehow you fought
Somehow you pulled that trigger
It must've been the hardest thing
To see the things you saw
But did you really have to take your life?
To kill yourself?
To use that knife?
Did you really have to go that way?
Did you think of us at all?
Did you want to die the way you did?
Did you want the final say?
It's really not that hard to see
That depression that you went through
Somehow you tried to hide you pain
Somehow you got up everyday
Some how you pulled that trigger
Now I'm down here
And you're up there
Did it really have to go that way?
Somehow you took your final breath
Your final blink
Your final step
Somehow, somehow
You pulled that trigger.
