When the music fades and the world becomes pitch dark,
you find yourself crying on your knees.
No one cares, you think. No one ever will.
You can barely see through your tears
when you write the final words, “goodbye”
You put your pen down and take away the life that was once yours.
And when the morning comes, your mother sees you bathing in your own blood.
Looking into your eyes that have lost their spark.
Your mother screams; gone are the dreams, the hopes, all she wanted you to be.
A resonating sound surrounds the house; haunting, desperate and shrill.
Your father runs in, reality has become his greatest fear.
Questions in their heads, hoping this was but a lie.
Your father scampers, starts searching all the drawers.
He picks up the phone, dials 911, tears only beginning to flood.
The mornings bright and young, people hear the morning lark.
Too bad you’re no longer here, it would have been beautiful to see.
Your life is long gone, but the pain lives on still.
This lost too much of a shock, all too queer.
They have to start again, but they don’t know how to try.
No one cares, you thought. You were just so sure.
Your best friend stands by your coffin, pale and obscure.
She’d have thought you’d told her what you were to do.
She’d have thought you knew that she loved you.
She’d have thought she’d know if there was something wrong.
You didn’t tell her, though. You didn’t tell her you were hurting.
You thought she had too much to handle.
You kept your thoughts to yourself, they’re better in there.
Your mother sits, secluded from the crowd. She no longer knew how to endure
the pain that came with losing her reason to live, you.
Your father, just as clueless, your family, too.
And when the choir sings their final song,
accompanied by a single six-string.
In silence, everyone holds up a candle,
In hope you’d be safe somewhere.
I blame myself for not being there when you needed me most.
I forgot to tell you I love you. And now I never will.
You will never hear the words that remain unsaid.
You will never hear them for you are dead.
And all the world will love you still.
Even though your only as real as a ghost.