It's not suicide
that ended my life.
It was your disappointment
It was the people to whom
I was a ghost.
It was the piles of unpaid bills
staring back at me from the floor.
It was the late nights
and the long days
but it wasn't suicide.
It was the apathy of our people
as they sent their sons to die
in some far away place
for reasons no one really understands.
It was the burning blindness in my eyes
from watching the world
fall to pieces around me.
It was having no shoulder to cry on;
No god to pray to;
All of these things
where the force behind the blade
that released my living blood.