Hour Seven – I Am Not Only the Sad Parts of Me

I once believed I was timeless-

That I would last forever in people’s memories

Simply because they claimed to find me memorable.

 

I am no longer sure if that’s true.

If I were to kill myself,

I think the rage might consume my loved ones.

I think my mother might shred my corpse to ashes.

I think my father might spread my ashes in different toilets;

Flush me into the sewers.

I think my sister might refuse to speak.

I think the friend who called my therapist when I told her I was suicidal might only shower in my blood.

I think the friend who never knew how serious it was might never jaywalk again;

She would always look both ways, even on one-way streets.

I think the friend who attempted suicide a week before I did might start screaming in empty parks again.

I think the friend who is no longer my friend and refuses to reconnect might regret it.

 

I think people’s lives might be changed if I’m gone,

But I don’t think they’d remember me the way I’d want them to.

4 thoughts on “Hour Seven – I Am Not Only the Sad Parts of Me

  1. I like this poem but I wonder if the last stanza could be combined with the first? I’m not sure how because I can’t figure out how to fit them together. Maybe the last stanza just needs another line or two.

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