How long have you been here?
Waiting, watching, breathing in my greif.
I feel you whisper to me from
A place not on this earth, apart from me.
I scream silently to be alone.
Please free me from the memory of you.
I can't go on with my thoughts trapped
Inside your homemade hangman's noose.
When I'm alone, you come for my company.
You hear me mutter your name,
And I will tell you about my day,
And speak to you like a madwoman about to break.
My friends will bring you up in conversation
And I'll pretend that I'm over it now,
That I no longer write you poems
Or pray for your golden seat in Heaven.
Sometimes, it's hard not to fall apart.
You've cracked me like your fragile neck.
I swear I feel you in my bed at night,
Holding me and always, always reminding me.
I never believed in ghosts until now.
Ghosts in My Bedroom
Again, this is another poem dedicated to a person I knew, who I was once friends with, who committed suicide by hanging himself and died in the hospital on February 6th, 2008. There is no way that I can put this more strongly: Do not do this to your friends! Everything described in this poem is truly how I feel, and it is terrible. You should never put someone through this. There are people who love you. For him, it's too late to realize that. RIP, we miss you.Did you like this poem? Write one of your own!
