Seven Months and Fourteen Days

July 27, 2010
By sburt33 GOLD, Kissimmee, Florida
sburt33 GOLD, Kissimmee, Florida
16 articles 0 photos 0 comments

Favorite Quote:
"And they say we'll never see half as much
as they did. It's true that we never saw Vietnam
or World War Two. We didn't see our mother's cry
when John F. Kennedy died, but we've lived our
whole lives being told that we're just not good
enough. We've seen anorexia and bulimia because
skinny just isn't skinny enough. We saw Columbine
and watched the Twin Towers fall. We've seen a
lot of greed and even more hate. Our generation
fights a different kind of war but we've seen just
as much as them.. and maybe even more."


Seven months and fourteen days after you left
It’s your birthday
49 would have been the magical number
But you killed yourself before you could reach it

It’s been seven months and fourteen days.
We have survived this long with out you; will we last longer?
It surprises me how much your death has affected me; yet not at all.
I get to see my mother now, that’s the biggest difference.
And I’m not sure I would give her back up to have you again.

I loved you, don’t ever mistake that.
We all did.
But you were hurting my mother.
And she comes first.
You didn’t realize how badly you were hurting her,
Or at least I hope you didn’t.
You suicide has affected her badly; yet not as much as I thought.

Suicide is a loaded word.
The connotation is of emotion teenagers,
Stereotypically called “emo”.
Nooses, slit wrists, drugs.
But your mode was of none of those.
No, alcohol was your weapon of choice.

Your choice has me intrigued, yet disgusted.
Trying to be a “regular” teenager,
Yet I don’t want to turn into you.
You just wanted to be “normal” too.
Yet look at how that turned out for you.

Seven months and fourteen days it has been.
Everyday there are reminders of you.
Signs warning against alcoholism,
Symptoms of suicide.
All of your little hobbies are everywhere.
Coins, pins, swords.
All are constant reminders.

It has been seven months and fourteen days.
And I loved you as my family.
Images of my wedding floated through my mind.
You on one arm, my biological father on the other.
Well you have ruined that one of my dreams.
No more will be ruined because of you.

It has taken me seven months and fourteen days,
But I am finally ready to say it.
Goodbye.
As much as you didn’t want it,
You will be missed


The author's comments:
I wrote this after my stepfather, whom I was really close to, died of cirrosis due to his alcoholism.

Similar Articles

JOIN THE DISCUSSION

This article has 2 comments.


on Jul. 30 2011 at 1:09 pm
collegegirladventures GOLD, Mequon, Wisconsin
10 articles 8 photos 307 comments

Favorite Quote:
A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep.

~Salman Rushdie

luv the title and story. 5 stars!

n plz check out my work..thx


on Aug. 18 2010 at 12:12 pm
crubs33 DIAMOND, Lido Beach, New York
58 articles 3 photos 750 comments

Favorite Quote:
"The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud."- Coco Chanel
Life isn't about surviving the storm, it's about learning to dance in the rain.

This is so amazing!! the title is grea!! could u please rate and check out my work?? thatd be great!! thanks and ur so good!!


Parkland Book