“I don’t understand why? Why me? Why now? Why does everything happen at once? We fall apart, just like that. Everything was fine, then it all turns to dust. I don’t understand why nothing feels right? Why I can’t fight for my rights? Why do my days melt together like snow? It hurts me to know That you might not make it below. This horrible time in our lives, Day by day, night by night. Will I ever understand? Will this feeling ever end? Can the frayed be made amend? I can’t talk to anyone. I can’t let it out. I’m gonna blow up, I gotta get out. Can you hear me? Restore my peace? Why? I don’t understand. Please put the broken pieces Of my life back together and attend To the needs of my screams. Someone listen to me, please.” PoetrySadnessDepressionProsePoetsWhy Book:Yesterday's Coffee Source: Yesterday's Coffee
“In the morning, when I am gone. Don’t sit ‘round and mourn. Just simply look up to the sun. I’ll be looking right back at you. You will all be okay without me, soon. It’s not the end; it’s the start of a new bloom. You will have better times than now. Don’t reflect on the sad times, avow. Think of the happy times, the years and vow. I don’t want a bunch standing around my grave. Straighten up and think of the happy days. I’ll only allow tears of joy, be brave. I will be right there with you. I will keep an eye on you. You teenagers better behave, I’ll be seeing your every move. Every move you make on those nights, out late. So, anyway, when I am gone in the morning, date. Don’t be sad or mad, don’t hate. Just look up to the sun, nigh I’ll be looking back at you, wry It was just my time to fly. It was simply my time, goodbye.” DeathPoetryDepressionMy TimeProsePoetsTiming Book:Yesterday's Coffee Source: Yesterday's Coffee