I know I left turmoil,
a world that doesn't understand.
I realize in this after life
there was more for me to give.
I wish I could explain
the choice that I made.
Life just seemed so dark,
an asylum I couldn't contain.
As the world tried to comfort me,
keep me sane,
I found myself still dying,
living in my pain.
My ways were incomparable,
no one could have kept me here.
Even when I was surrounded,
I felt alone in my skin.
People tried to save me,
encourage me to live,
but as the darkness overtook me,
I drowned in all my nightmares.
Sighing in my last moments,
I knew no one could comprehend
that in my most lonely times
I had to make it end.
I wish I could explain,
but no one could truly understand.
NOTE: (I know notes aren't supposed to be here, but I don't want people to freak out from
topic) This poem is NOT about me, or current thoughts that I have to harm myself. I have a
coworker, as well as another friend, who had a close friend commit suicide. In the past I
have struggled with depression, so I can empathize with how this person felt, and even
though it is extremely dark, this poem has been going through my head for a few days now.