Less than one year ago I lost my son. <br />I had no idea that he had a gun. <br />I heard a shot that came from his room. <br />Now I feel nothing but despair and gloom. <br /> <br />i didn't know that he was capable of doing himself harm. <br />It hurt like Hell when my son died in my arms. <br />When it came to his anger and pain, he always hid it. <br />I cry every day and I still can't believe that he did it. <br /> <br />As they buried him in the ground, it was both painful and grim. <br />It was partly my fault because I didn't pay enough attention to him. <br />I can no longer look in the mirror because I see the reflection of someone who I hate. <br />Please don't neglect your children like I did or you may suffer the same horrible fate. <br /> <br />(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)<br /><br />Randy Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-son-s-suicide/
