Important: This poem is dedicated to a junior at my high school who recently committed suicide. I didn't personally know him, but the whole school is grieving. He was a football player who was known and loved by many. He had a passion for writing poems and he was amazing at it. WE LOVE YOU, CHRIS! I can just ask one thing of you guys: please pray for all of the family members and friends of someone who has been through this situation. I hope you can see how much this has affected me. This is for all the people who have had this experience. I feel for you all!
Beautiful.
She sighed as you swayed;
An unhappy gleam showed in her eyes,
Ruining the façade she played.
You could have stopped it,
But you missed it all.
You could have paid more attention, you admit;
Didn't even notice the way her face would fall
Whenever her future was mentioned.
When you got the call,
It shouldn't have surprised you;
When you'd seen her face, after all
The emotions were completely see through.
But for her, it was simply a race:
Against time.
You couldn't believe what had ensued,
Denial: they all said
As you would brood
She was dead.
A gun to the head, they reported.
Why, You asked, had she done such a thing?
Could she not see how much you'd supported
And loved her enough to give her a ring.
If only you'd seen the ache
In her expression,
Stupid girl, could she not see that you would take
Your life too, without a question.
Just so you could be with her.
Bang.
You couldn't gleam,
What it'd been like for her
When her eyes held her last gleam.
What was the pain she'd secretly endured?
You held the metal in your hand
Deliberating.
You could only hope she would understand.
Maybe death would be liberating.
You made your decision.
Bang.
She was beautiful,
Even more in heaven.
True love never dies.