The Ones You Left Behind
You thought you were doing the right thing
You though things couldn't get better
You thought no one cared
You were wrong many people cared
People you knew, people you hadn't met and people who weren't even born yet.
You thought no one would miss you
You thought you hadn't made a difference
You were wrong you will be missed
Your smirking smiles, the sparkle in your eye
The grin you thought no one could see
You will be missed the son, the daughter you never had
The son or daughter who asks Mommy can Daddy see my poem?
Daddy can Uncle or Aunt see me play?
The child on the street who lived for your smile
The parents whose lives now have a hole in it that may never fill
The Boyfriend or Girlfriend you will never meet
These people care and many more
The help is there just ask for it
The help may take some time but it will come
The friend you need may be on their way.
Just reach out for help it will come.
You made a difference to many lives you just couldn't see
Sometimes we are too blind to see those who need our help.
Just give us a chance reach out your hand,
Help will be there it may be slow but give us a chance
The ones you left behind send you our love
The ones you left behind will shed many a tear
The ones you left behind will ne'er forget
Remember someone always cares they may be near or far but someone cares.
So remember before you go think of the ones you leave behind!
This is one of the most difficult poems I have ever written or even read. I have been working on this for quite a while, I was originally not going to write this because it was too dark and extremely uncomfortable a subject for me. However, after talking to a good friend of mine about poetry I decided to go ahead and write it. In fact I stopped working on another project to write this. I wrote this in the hope that it will reach someone who is considering this final step. This is an expression of the feelings of those who have been left behind. I hope this can help someone realize that there is help out there. Please do not worry about me it is not a cry for help.
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