Morning Suicides

I remember you like it was yesterday i remember the way you used to smell the clothes you used to wear i remember it all so well maybe too well... i remember how you used to act the way you used to walk the beautiful way you used to smile the advice you used to give me on everything you're the one that told me life IS worth while i remember how you used to make me so happy i remember how i would wait for you for hours, for days sitting up in your room, on your bed waiting for you to come back to me you left so... silently i remember the music you used to play the way you used to think everything you used to say it all comes back and now it wont leave i remember one morning when i woke up and i went downstairs and you were in the kitchen making me breakfast my favorite breakfast eggs, for the hair, a tiny morsel of chocolate, made the nose and 6 raspberries that completed the smile but you never smiled anymore i remember another day when i awoke so early to make you a feast you would never forget and when i attempted to bring you breakfast in bed i heard my wind chime walking up the stairs you weren't in bed you were hanging from the ceiling blue in the face cuts on your wrists i was too late to save you and that was my morning suicide Written April 4th, 2002 © on Apr 04 2002 05:16 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1