I Died a Little Inside When You Committed Suicide

When you took your last breath, I died a little inside, for my life seemed over when you committed suicide. For this pain I’ve tried to overcome but I still hide, and thinking without blinking with eyes that weep, for I cannot prevail in hope, I cannot even sleep. So much I've lingered in darkness, so hard I’ve tried. You promised to live to see tomorrow, you just lied. So, when the ebon night comes, this secret I keep- when you took your last breath…I died a little inside. When you took your last breath, I died a little inside, though there was proof you’d cross the great divide. I’ve been places trying to heal, traveled far and wide, but I just cannot get over the fact you chose to leave, and still to this day your death is so hard to believe. In mental counsel and family, I have tried to confide, but on saddened and unhealthy ways my body relied. So, today my broken heart I try to mend and retrieve- wishing that your death didn’t let me die a little inside. February 8, 2019