Oh My Jade...

About my friend's experience. She asked me to write this for her.

Jade. My baby cousin.
April 2nd, 2009.
Sweetie pie,
Why'd you do it?
I told you I would be there for you.
I said I was on your side.
I'm sorry I had to tell.
I was worried about you.
Now I see that you were really hurting.
You said nothing.
The pain was hidden in your eyes.
I took your hand lightly when you cried.
When they found you that next morning.
Up in that tree.
I had no one to blame.
But myself.
Your funeral was hard, baby.
I spoke.
And I said,
"Jade, my baby, 12 years old.
I watched you fall apart.
I'm sorry I told.
You said you wanted to die.
You said you weren't worthy of this life.
I just listened.
You showed me your cuts.
I ran my hand over them.
I tried to be strong.
But the tears were there.
You said, Ateh, Don't Cry.
You said You'd be alright.
What happened on that last night?
This I'll never know.
My Baby Jade.
I'm sorry I told."
And as I walked down from the altar,
I felt your touch.
I saw your face.
And I fell apart.
The seams had ripped.
Right then and there.
"JADE!"
I cried.
"WHY?"
I yelled.
And screamed.
I want you back.
"Lord!
Was this part of your plan?
Tell me Lord.
I want one more minute, Jesus.
Please."
And I pray.
Every night.
Jade.
How I wish you hadn't done it.
I love you.
I will see you up there.
"My Jesus Christ,
Please keep Jade safe."

Author's Note

Be harsh. I need the critisism.

Reviews

[Vesa Lee]

There is no criticism to be had.
Anyone with a heart can read and feel the emotions your piece portrays with out any difficulty.
This is genuine and well executed.
Not to mention profoundly touching.
Very well done.

[visions of doom]

full of emotion and pulls at the heart strings , you have a gift , even those of us with hearts as black as night will be moved by its simplicity . well done .

[Just Plain Me]

There is no need for critisism...this is a really good poem.
I love the heart renching (sp?) emotion you put into this...good write