Sorrow

You used to be so happy

Full of life and joy

You lived without a worry,

But was stunningly coy

But slowly age withered you

And you started such a mess

When people confronted you about it

You could never seem to confess

You started to do strange things

Like hide inside the shed

Or you'd take your knife at dinner

Then cut yourself and bled

You started to wear colors

Which really didn't seem you

And after dinner you go puke it up

And say you had the flu

One day as I watched TV

I saw some stunning news

A teen, maybe child

Had hung herself in a noose.

So now I have some questions

Which I never got to ask

Now that I have the time

I'm on task

Why did you

Wallow in your pain

Instead of finding a way out of it?

Why didn't you pick up the pieces of your life,

And put them back together bit by bit?

Why didn't you discuss your problems?

And why did you leave me?

Now I cry I at beauty

That you will never see

And I try to laugh at jokes

That took away your pain

And I try to stop myself

From going insane

I want to give you back the thing

That you said that I could borrow

But maybe my fate will be the same as yours

As I sit here in my sorrow.