Last night I died
It wasn’t pretty
But it happened
Though I died, the sun still rose
But it rose on a kid waiting for his brother to walk him to
school, too young to understand that he would be walking
alone from now on
Though I died, the sun still shone
But it shone upon a father hopelessly waiting at the doorstep
to see a cheerful face returning after a long day
Though I died, the sun still set
But it set on a mother kneeling at her son’s bed with tears that
still couldn’t understand what she never would
Last week I died
No one saw it coming
But it happened
Though I died, the fan in the living room still turns
But now it’s the only noise in a room holding its breath for a
familiar voice
Though I died, the school bells still ring
But my friends can’t seem to focus on the work as their
thoughts churn through a violent sea of memories
Though I died, my room is still used
But it’s used by the cat laying on my bed, waiting the days for
me to come back home and sleep, too innocent to know it
would sleep alone yet again
Last year I died
I was afraid of what would come
But it happened
Though I died, the stars still shine
But they shine in the tears of the girl who still holds my shirt
close every night when she sleeps
Though I died, time still moves on
But the people don’t
Last night I died
Because I died, I never saw the way it affected those around
me. I never saw how much I really meant to those in my life. I
never saw all the things I chose to be blind to and I will never
be able to fix what I’ve done
But it happened
This poem was meant to help those struggling with depression and suicide, to show them what certain actions and consequences might be. It was also meant to help those without depression to see how it can affect those around them.