Painful Lesson
I was once suicidal
for a long period of time.
Overdosing daily.
Cutting at night.
Standing in the middle of the road
waiting for the impact.
Being pulled out of the way
right before the crash.
I prayed and prayed
for the day I died.
I planned and planned
for my suicide.
This week I realized something
that I never knew before.
How suicide affects everyone
and how painful it is when they mourn.
This lesson was taught to me
in the worst possible way.
Losing my Grandpa.
But now I pray.
Dear Lord,
take care of my Grandfather
and keep him at a peaceful rest.
Watch over my family
and help us cope to his death.
Amen.
Copyright © Erica Buckner | Year Posted 2009
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