4th Annual Poems About Suicide Month

[Jana]

My hands ache
With the pain
of ten thousand heartbreaks
 
Feeling
the shame
Of ten thousand mistakes
 
Getting lost
 in the pool
That's become a crash-land
 
what can
 I do
You've let go of my hand
 
Most days I do well
Holding together
Holding it in
 
Then other days 
Dip a toe in
and I can't swim
 
I'm dying in a pool of words
That can't be said
and won't be heard

It's more than I can handle
And swallows me whole
This thousand words
That bears my soul
 
Can't let myself go there
Can't dredge up the past
Celebrate freedom
By lifting a glass
 
Can't sleep
up late again
Midnight pain comes crashing in

Stoned to death by memories 
There once lived a woman
Who now whispers through trees