18+ A true story/verse about a friend of mine who took her own life in her mid twenties. |
-A Suicide By Train- by Keaton Foster Often I called you Klutz Some boys Others Called you A slut Never Did I judge How could I Why should I The same changes You faced So did we all But despite And regardless of Those changes You and I Remained Just friends Damn near The very best I trusted you You trusted me Each other’s Darkest secrets Did we keep Back then When we You and I Were just kids We use to walk Along the line Down the tracks All the way to school It was a few miles Of what you Like to say was Putting our lives At a greater risk Feeling alive By fearing death And the “what if?” We’d sing songs Expressing our own Ideas of what Each verse meant We’d tell stories of life And share fantasies Of our ultimate escape From elementary Through middle And past high We walked those tracks Talking about life Or in many ways A lack thereof You wanted to leave Head out of town You wanted freedom From the ideas And expectations Of your family You wanted your Own way in this world I myself couldn’t go But more Than anything I wanted you to Little were your options Your mother Your father Controlling Brooding Always plotting Against you Against your choices Barefoot and pregnant By age eighteen Married off To another family Of pomp And circumstance Born to create Allegiances As your father Would often say What a bastard What a piece of work I hated him Almost as much as you did Your mother Was in agreement Via her silence She only knew What he said Sad excuse That is why When today I read That a local woman Rebecca Dunham Was tragically And accidentally Killed by train Walking along the tracks As expressed by the engineer Never once looking back I know and understand That it was not An accidental death But rather A suicide by train… A Suicide By Train Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015. I changed the girls name, and it was never classified as a suicide, but knowing her and her ideas, I'm confident it was. RIP |