When we got the call that he ended it all
My heavy tears flowed down my cheeks.
My pen and paper took the pain as my hands shook.
“If only, what if, I could’ve..” repeated in my head.
The irrational thoughts broke me down,
Even though I knew he wouldn’t want me to frown.
Why wasn’t I there to put the gun down?
“He’s free from his demons now,” they said.
I closed my eyes and laid in bed,
Praying it’d all be a dream by the time I woke.
Did he not care he’d miss my graduation?
I wish my Poppy Dave could’ve been there.
I’ll always have your Maitland cheekbones and smile
You will live on forever, not just a while.
I dreamed of red, spoke of black , yet hoped for pink
They all thought, “What could she lack?”
Oh! What they didn’t know...
My poems could never forget that gun.
The difference is I don’t have a wooden heart
I have a diamond heart made to hurt.
That gun could shoot my diamond heart,
but I’d stay standing tall.