Broken
Did you know how you’d hurt people
When you tried to take your life?
Did you care about anything more
The moment you picked up the knife?
Was he worth it all?
All the pain and all the hurt?
Was there nothing that could have been done
To make the ache of loss revert?
Were you really hurt so badly
That you had to leave this earth?
Was he really all you were?
All your sense of worth?
Did you really have no-one left
To confide in how you felt?
Your heart, your life – they were in his hands…
But were his, in yours, really where they dwelt?
When you tried to take your life?
Did you care about anything more
The moment you picked up the knife?
Was he worth it all?
All the pain and all the hurt?
Was there nothing that could have been done
To make the ache of loss revert?
Were you really hurt so badly
That you had to leave this earth?
Was he really all you were?
All your sense of worth?
Did you really have no-one left
To confide in how you felt?
Your heart, your life – they were in his hands…
But were his, in yours, really where they dwelt?
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Hi, I'm not much of a poet, but I'd love to know what you thought. Any feedback is welcome. I wrote this after my friend attempted suicide. He's fine now, though :)