For Sixty Eight Lost Souls
I didn't know you as people but I feel like I do
I can close my eyes and know what you were going through
Cuz even now, after all this time
I feel it too.
It feels like you'll never be able to smile
In a state of grieving so intense
And all the while,
Inside you're a train wreck, coming off the rails
Nothing to live for, nothing to gain
Nothing to smile for,
Not ever again.
You thought you knew him,
You let yourself care
For the smartest man, with dyed blonde hair.
And then in the smallest second,
It was all gone, he wasn't there
And you didn't know how to deal with it
You didn't know what to do
The one you had followed
Had abandoned you
So in a fit of pain, and hate and love
You wrote your note and picked up the gun
You put on his voice, and while it was in your head
Your finger found the trigger, and then you were dead
So wherever you all are,
If you're with him and smiling at last
Please know we are so sorry
We're trying to let go of the past
To move on, with you and him in our hearts
For a day when we'll no longer be apart
This poem is for the 68 people who committed suicide after the death of Kurt Cobain. They all died because they believed he did not want to live, and for this they should be honoured and always remembered.
For the sixty-eight lost souls, we love you.