Some suicides are never recorded

All the loneliness,
you'd often find yourself in
created a haunting atmosphere
too fragile to dream
yet still capable
of wishing upon empty
stars..

you sat there
with your knees bend
your mouth shut
and exclamation points
falling from your insides,
placing themselves
behind the word
"dead"

no one knew
you held a soul
full of summer-
no one knew
your heart was
composed
of innocence
and that the
soil of your mind
was in perfect condition

and when the night fell,
humanity missed
the falling meteors
that were shooting
from your auburn hair

but
some suicides
are never recorded
and rightly so,
no one wants
to replay death
anyways.

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Hey Melissa, hey bae,
remember this? thanks for the inspiration
this poem is from 2011.