These Days

Poem/short story of how it feels to be a parent or a victim of suicide

"These Days"

These days just don't seem right in the eyes of a person who can't put their pain aside.

Today is the day that she decides to die.
She couldn't bring herslef to happieness so she put the knife in strive.
Silently, blood flowed from her vain while she prayed that her mother wouldn't be ashamed.

Tomorrow is the day that they cry, they mourn and weep, and try to put the past behind.
But they'll never forget those rainy days.