22 Floors

I never knew you’d die like this. To kill yourself- did you find bliss?
Were you really that insane, by thinking you had much to gain
by ending everything you knew, because you hated being you?
You were handsome, you were tall, you could never be a fool.
The greatest mind I ever met, intelligence I can’t forget.
You were more clever than me, but how much more unhappy.

You saw more pain than I know, from our parents, such a blow.
You saw torture, you saw pain, you were told time and again
that you were bad, would always be, beyond all help and unworthy
of mum’s respect and then God’s love, struck terror in you from above.
You were confused, you felt so used, had been abused and been refused.
You were attacked in your own home, helpless, weak, and all alone,
by a man who’s now in jail, but in your coffin banged his nail.

How I wish it could have stopped. Other people’s morals dropped.
One by one they dug their claws, they only saw your little flaws.
You had no strength to deal with pain, you had no time to breathe again
before the next punch hit your eye, till you found solace in the sky.
You jumped from your apartment block, couldn’t sit and watch the clock.
You really thought life was a curse, every day made you feel worse.
You sought comfort from your purse. Your memories would not reverse,
so you gave up and said goodbye, 22 floors up in the sky.