Feelings post act of suicide committed by a member of family.
Written age 10.
What was it I did to you?
To make you end your life
Was I really so much trouble?
Was I really so much strife?
I know I'm not the nicest,
Not so kind or pretty
But why did you leave Tilda?
Was it because of me?
Was it my fault you slipped the noose
Over your thin, long face
Was it my fault you slit your wrists?
And wanted to leave this place.
I know I'm not that helpful,
Friendly or Jolly
But why did you leave Tilda?
Was it because of me?
I regret what I said to you last,
What I said and did,
I want you as my Papa,
I want to be your kid.
I know I'm unsociable,
A loner to say the least
But why did you leave Tilda?
Was it because of me?
A Poem for my Papa
By Elly xxx