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Things to Regret Not Having Said After I Die Tonight
I am sorry for not visiting you
i should have made it right with you
i should have apologised
i should have told you i loved you dad
i am sorry you died alone
i am sorry i wasn't there to hold your hand
i am sorry for destroying our love
if only we had more time
if only i had treated you with respect
if only i had given loving hugs
if only you had phoned me before doing that
i think i did love you
i am sorry we argued
i am sorry i hurt you
i wish i could take it back
i'm sorry i was part of your motivation for suicide
all i wanted was one last hug
all i wanted was one more smile
all i wanted was one more knowing wink
i will miss you
i will miss your smile
i will miss your ability to make me laugh
i will miss your strength and courage
i will miss your poetry, even the dirty ones
i'll miss you
i loved you but i couldn't show it
you were the only one for me i wish i had told you more
all these words
sink like turds
standing next to satan's gate
you were all too fuckin late
your platitudes like skyward ash
read the will, there is no cash
don't cry now, those crocodile tears
you've not given a fuck for years
suicide was painless and fun
razor blades, i had no gun
if i had
i would have been bad
if in this musket i had lead
it would be you now dead
my only regret then was that didn't kill you sooner
Published 15th Apr 2018
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15th Apr 2018 2:42am
Wow David........emotional ink........you’ve unleashed a lot of anger that I feel most of us have thoughts of........I figured out long ago to not worry about things I can’t change but the things I can.....I’ve been more emotionally and mentally better.......thought provoking ink.......thank you for sharing.......purple luv & hugs xo :)
16th Apr 2018 6:31am
my head is sometimes like a pressure cooker with no release valve, sometimes I need to punch a hole in it - lol :-)))))))
Hue Big Hugs :-))))))))
Hue Big Hugs :-))))))))
15th Apr 2018 7:59am
This write struck a chord deep, my father finally passed the day after Thanksgiving, we'd become quite close over the prior year I even relocated to Florida to be able to help in his decline. Strange the relationships we have with our parents however suicide, well I simply can't imagine, how awful for you, so sorry that atrocity slammed into you David, sending warmest of warm embraces while wishing you a bit of peace of ease. Much Respect,
Shadow_Dancer🕊️
Shadow_Dancer🕊️
16th Apr 2018 6:32am
thank you as always for your support and comments. I wasn't talking about my father committing suicide (He did not) I was talking about my own :-(((
thank you :-))))))))))))))))
thank you :-))))))))))))))))
16th Apr 2018 2:35am
You had me at the title. And loved this hard core raw write. Nice David. <3
16th Apr 2018 6:36am
the problem with the truth is sometimes only hard core will do rather than candy coated soft core and white lies :-(
thank you my friend :-)))))))))))))
thank you my friend :-)))))))))))))
