I Tried to Save Her
Dear Her,
I saw Her wrists.
I saw the scars.
I have not forgiven myself
for failing to save Her.
I do not know how to refrain from losing Her again.
Meanwhile, I am still learning how to let Her go.
I needed Her.
She needed someone too.
I let it keep going.
Maybe She never wanted anyone to save Her.
I can not help but think that I put Her through more pain making Her stay,
than allowing Her to go.
Sincerely, Me
This poem is about:
My community