I've based this poem on the story Entangled when Grace commits suicide.
Torn
Where am I?
Is anyone there?
Help.
Please help.
It's too late,
This is my fate...
I sit here thinking,
Remembering.
I brought this upon myself.
Sitting in the endless mist,
Why did I do this?
The pressure was too much to take,
I guess you didn't know this smile was fake.
A door.
Nothing less,
Nothing more.
A choice.
To leave you behind,
Or come back home,
To all the lies.
A door to lead me,
To happiness,
To peace.
But in this mist I hear you weep.
The truth.
I am not happy,
Nor "Just Fine".
But none of you,
Read between the lines.
I am not happy at home.
I'm sorry,
But it's true.
I am torn,
Should I go back to you?
I need a new start,
I have lived to long with a frozen heart.
I'm sorry.
The door opens,
And I step through,
Not looking back to see you.
