P-Survivors Guilt (2008)
The dead are gone, but what of those left behind?
To bury the dead, to record their passing, but
to keep going, worse to wonder what if?
I had smiled, to show I loved them? To force them
to find help, or even know they needed it, and
how much. Just to let them know you worry, and
wish them to be happy, and find a way out of the
darkness, the corner them selves in, or forced
to be in. And get help, peace and life in the
light not death in the dark. Not only of light
and dark but of mind, spirit and love. Means
peaceful, buit not death, for int their passing
is lett questions of why, what if, trust, pain,
guilt and hatred, not just anger at them, and self.
Ignorance is blisss, is far from true, when dealing
with friends self destruction, for in not knowing
brings little bliss.
He or she a friend, not only of genes but of blood and things
shared, a piece of each other, and of all, who knew them.
What hell was they in, to wish for early release from life?
To not demand help? We who l;loved them, did they not trust us,
or think us less human/friends or just lost in their depression
and path dark and lonely.. Or worse, they did trust us and we
failed them. But all they had to do was, bue we was not.
Knowing what they was saying and is this we are at loss.
No one I was enough to leave what they left behind,
I know its selfish to die by gun, pills, poison or life destructive.
Please come back, I miss you so much. Life is never full without
you. But I muddle along, ploding to find some purpose to your
leaving. And how to help others not to go how you went. To save
others from guilt, for it should been me who died and now you.
You had more to live for than I, but now I am truely old and you
are long gone but young always in my minds eye.
Mike
2008?
Not complete