63. Noose

No. No. No. No. NO!

He was handing from the ceiling fan
With a noose wrapped around his neck

Hovering three feet above the carpet

When I found him

I cut him down with my own hands

And cradled his head in my lap

As I reached for the phone and dialed 911

Even though I knew it was too late

I couldn't do anything but watch helplessly

As they carried him away in a body bag

And I never moved his things

They're still right where he left them

I didn't wear black to his funeral

Because that's not what he would have wanted

He always seemed so happy and bright

I couldn't understand why he'd taken his life

Heaven forbid little Amy would have come home

Early from school and discovered him

It was already hard enough to explain

Because the only one who had the answers was him

How did I fail to notice the signs?

Now looking back I can hear your cries

You were begging and pleading with me

To save your life

Now I'll live with this guilt forever

His story should have ended differently

But by the time I found him

It was already too late

Author's Note

In my abnormal psychology class we were discussing suicide. That is what inspired this poem about a woman who comes home to find her son has hung himself. In some of these poems you will see names, like Amy, for instanse, those are not real people. I litterally put down the first name I can think of and try to make them generic.