I Wish I Could Explain

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 the 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.