You should've spoken to him, you could tell he was down.
You should've helped him, instead you acted like a clown.
Now he's in the hospital, and you hope to God he gets better.
You weren't allowed to text, call, or even send him a letter.
The hospital was strict, but hopefully they were able to help things.
You care about him, a lot, and this whole event really stings.
You were there for him when you thought you should be,
but that wasn't enough, and you agree.
You couldn't see his depression through his constant jokes.
You hope to God this isn't when he croaks.
You will start be there for him, until your last day.
Always be there for him, even though he is most certainly gay.
YOU ARE READING
Stale Words
Poetry𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 is an ongoing book and collection of poems and sonnets made by me, inspired by my thoughts, dreams, and personal experiences. As someone who lives with depression and anxiety, a lot of my thoughts are bound to not be very pleas...
