I wish you could tell me

wow love, great ink. but do us all a favor and stay away from that over pass, I'd miss you to muh and have to write poems about it :)

I would never do it.  hahaha.  Not now.  

I can understand your emotions in the second stanza, the jealousy and anger over your friend's departure.  You choose to remain despite the temptation to go the same route.  "Pieces of your soul / loose and drifting / like everyone else's."  I think that's key.  Everyone has problems that may seem insurmountable, but they can be beaten given time.  The tragedy comes from not continuing to try.  That and leaving friends behind maybe contemplating the same measures.  These same friends might wonder what they might have done or not done to precipitate the loss.  This form of death can have a particularly disastrous effect on those left behind.  Something to think about if looking down at that hard earth or looking up at a desolate sky.  These perceptions will eventually change and, given your strength, probably for the better.  Very sad but very fine work Virginia.  

This is a great comment, Crow.  Truthfully, I think this poem lacks the punch I needed it to have, but I find it very difficult to write about these kinds of things.  Hopefully I will get better at it.  

I like this write. But a little confused about the first part. Jealous and angry you could not do it?  Or were you looking to see if you could get in that same mind set but could not actually let go of your mortal self? Regardless, death can be attractive at times like it offers some bliss that we can't quite attain through normal means.

Jealous and angry that she did do it. They are confusing feelings, Chow, that don't make much sense.  I am sure I am not the only who felt this way, though.  

I knew a girl who hates herself and wanted to kill herself every day. But could never do it. I was not jealous of her but angry and sad she could not make a commitment to life or death. And was unhappy with either position. It is confusing, Petals. I would be interested in reading a write on that confusion.

Some dark painful thoughts here Virginia. I hate feeling this stuff but you write it well. I am sorry to read your pain. But thank you for sharing it.

there's no way to know what's in the head of someone driven to that tragedy; it's a horror that is so unbearable, they need to end it completely.

you composed this poem exactly the way you needed to...

Very dark. I love the way you write with all your soul. Every emotion is felt during the read.

I have been to the overpass, but chose to take the underpass it was a lot less scary :-)

excellent ink as usual

Virginia, you are on over drive,pull over. Like somebody said, when you come to the end of the universe, you'll find that its been pasted over with old newspapers