*Poem, possible trigger warning*
FIRST by jenm_curry 2018
I was the first born
But I was second choice.
What did I do to make you leave?
Did I talk too much, make too much noise?
I was first wife
But now he’s with number three.
Told the kissing wasn’t quite right
And not enough time on my knees.
I was a first best friend
BFF – best friends for life.
But no texts returned, no calls answered.
Stabbed with a jagged, killer’s knife.
If I was the next one
To reach for the pills or that loaded gun.
Would anyone even notice
That I’m long since gone?