Just The Facts

Written during a dark moment.

Hear
People tell me
They would miss
My presence
On this plane.

Yet
Reality speaks
Differently.

For
Life goes on
With or without
Me.

For
My voice is
Just one
Of many voices
In the choir.

Easily
Replaceable
By another.

Without
A single note
Being missed
Or sang off-key.

Just
Know that
My pain shall
Finally be
No more.

Author's Note

Originally written April 12, 2012.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Ominous read, not sure if this about suicide or depression speaking. Dark to say the least, nicely pen'd.

[therisa]

Thank you, Frieda. At the time of writing of this poem, it would be depression speaking. For I have a very long history of depression, which has been know to spiral down into several suicide attempts over the years.