Six feet deep

It’s been three years

Since you left me here,

And everyone said time would heal

But they just don’t understand the way I feel.

 

I just don’t get how you let a drug have so much power,

Was it really calling your name every hour?

Why couldn’t you just put it away?

Did you really have to let it stay?

 

I’m not blaming you and I’m not angry.

But you left me with all this agony

And you let it destroy,

Like you were its toy.

 

I guess I just had a different ending in mind

One where I didn’t have to say good bye.

I used to pray at night

That you would have a long and happy life.

 

One without that monster

That wouldn’t let you prosper,

But its obvious God had a different plan

I just don’t know if I’m a fan.

 

I miss being able to talk to you

And getting your opinion on what to do.

I miss your honesty

And the way you were so modest.

 

I don’t know if that makes me selfish

But I can’t help but feel jealous.

I know God has you by his side

I just wish I would’ve had more time.

 

I miss you so much

And long to feel your touch.

The pain is so real

I wonder if I’ll ever heal.

 

And sometimes when I’m alone in my room

I think of you in that tomb.

And I can’t help but think

What if it was me that was six feet deep?

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