Summary: Inner Sakura tries to convince her to end her life. She thinks it's for the best. She's wrong. This poem was made to help anyone struggling with suicidal thoughts.
~The Child They Could Not Save~
I am the other part of you,
The one you try to hide.
I cling onto your loneliness
And in your heart reside.
I wait for your uncertainty,
Depleting worthless pride.
I purify a sea of fears;
I am your better side.
There's but one route left now, my dear,
So don't despair or weep.
Your pain will ease, I'll bring a breeze
To cool you in your sleep.
Don't worry for your friends, my dear,
The ones you never had.
The ones who barely cared for you,
I'm sure they won't be mad.
The sun is shining bright, my dear,
A beautiful last sight.
Its rays display the cheerful world
You never saw at night.
The birds sing out a funeral song;
They know what is to come.
You lift your head up to the clouds
And softly start to hum.
The darkness hurries swift, my dear.
Your shadow's drawing thin.
Don't try to catch up with the sun,
A game you'll never win.
You barely see the contours of
The trees you saw before.
The lines are fading fast, but trees
Don't matter anymore.
The knife is quivering in your hand,
And tears fall to the floor.
You're struggling hard to beat a thought
That only wages war.
It orders you to drop the blade,
That item sent from hell.
It gnaws at you like hungry wolves
And tells you all is well.
Please trust me, you're not fine, my dear.
You're itching for release.
Your expression screams out anguish;
I'll make the sorrow cease.
Grip tighter that sharp knife, my dear,
Defy your lonely fate.
Put it to your wrist, for I've been
Lying too long in wait.
Rich crimson pools are forming now
Around your ivory skin.
Your lifeless eyes lay open just
To haunt your grieving kin.
You do not look as peaceful as
I imagine you had hoped.
I wonder how you would have looked
If only you had coped.
But this is for the best, my dear.
The suffering's finally ended.
You won't hear disapproval of
Resolve you had defended.
You no longer live among them
And never will regret
The choice you made and can't take back;
Only your loved ones fret.
Each day they place fresh flowers on
Your crumbling, ancient grave.
Through the years fall bitter tears for
The child they could not save.
Unforgiving voices break down
Because you slashed your wrist.
Otherwise they wouldn't be crying,
And you would still exist.
Author's Note: There are other options. If you think nobody cares about you, you're wrong. Somewhere out there, someone is hoping that you stay alive.