I came home from soccer practice,
I remember it was late afternoon,
I got a glass of water,
and walked down the hall to your room.
Your door was shut,
which was strange for you.
I knocked twice,
and then opened the door.
That day,
still haunts me,
but most particularly,
this next scene.
I heard glass shatter,
I had dropped the cup I was holding.
You were on the floor.
Your eyes were open.
A gun was in your hand,
there was blood everywhere.
On the wall and on the floor.
I cried out,
and stumbled back out of the door.
I ran down the hall,
into the living room.
I guess I thought that if I could get an ambulance quick enough,
they could save you.
I don't remember the ambulance ride,
or getting to the hospital.
I remember a nurse and a cop.
They asked me what happend,
I didn't say anything,
I didn't want to get you in trouble.
But they said it might be vital.
So I told them everything.
And then Riley was there,
I think I might have called him.
He hugged me tightly,
and said he had borrowed your car to get there.
He was only fifteen.
He held me as I cried,
I think he might've cried a little, too.
He said he'd already called mom and mike,
and I didn't have to worry about telling them,
they already knew.
I'd never seen that side of Riley.
He was always so tough and hard.
He hardly ever showed so much compassion for another person.
That was your part.
And then the doctor came.
I still remember every word he said.
Then he looked at me sadly.
My big brother was dead.
Riley really did cry then.
But I didn't.
I knew it wasn't true.
My big brother wouldn't do that.
My big brother wouldn't do that.
He wouldn't leave me.
he wouldn't kill himself.
he knew how much I needed him.
But I was wrong.
And you were dead.
I was alone,
at least it felt like it.
Your funeral is a blur.
I spent the next few weeks,
an emotional train wreck.
I didn't care about anything but you.
Things just didn't seem that important.
Angel locked himself in his room.
Riley wouldn't talk to anybody.
Mom started working late,
and Mike started drinking.
You were gone forever,
and we didn't know what to do.
The day you took your life,
you took ours too.
Author notes
Every year on February 7th I write a poem for my big brother. This is this year's. #4
A contest entry
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Comments
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woow that really really really touched me.......omg im speechless
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this realy hits home....suicide is a touchy subject with my life...and it jsut hits home and i know what it is like to lose someone you love so dearly


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wow, that is so sad....
i am so sorry for your loss. i cannot imagine what that must have been like.
as far as the poem goes, you did a good job. but i must wonder why you stopped rhyming in the middle. however the last couple lines redeem you.
"The day you took your life,
you took ours too."
that is amazing.
awesome job.


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This is so sad. I am so sorry for your loss. You wrote this very well. I can envision the scenes and the horror and sadness.






