This is a poem i wrote its called i'm sorry:

The first time I saw you,
I knew you were the one,
But that’s what she thought too,
We gave you a decision,
You chose her,
I went to my room,
To cry my eyes,
I found a rope,
I hung it on the ceiling,
I grabbed a stool,
I put my head through the hole,
I kicked the stool,
My dad came home,
He looked at me,
He cried,
He couldn’t stop,
He cut me down,
And he asked why,
I would ever do such a thing,
He asked my friends if there was a problem,
But they never said a word,
One night he grabbed a rope,
Hung himself,
He left a note on him saying,
Barry me by my daughter,
Barry me right beside her,
Tell everyone I died for her,
With her,
I feel her pain,
I don’t want to feel it anymore,
Im sorry for everything I have done.


By: Michelle Pacheco