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.