What is Love (BoyxBoy)

To You, My Loving Dear Friend (Daniel's poem)

Today was the world's luckiest day

Today was also my darkest day.

As I hold the gun in my mouth I think about what it's like, to be dead that is.

Heaven, is it real?

Hell, is it as bad as people say it is?

An unearthly plain, one where the dead can roam freely?

Was it filled with happiness?

Or maybe sorrow?

Is everyone as depressed as me there?

I think about the life I was taking away.

Everyone saw me as the Happy Guy, the one who wasn't afraid to take on the next biggest challenge.

My life is a lie.

I wasn't happy.

I was afraid.

To my sorrows I lay you resting with the dried away tears.

To my excuse of happiness I bid you farewell. I carried you everywhere in my life. You were my greatest accomplishment.

To my very own life I leave you with the forsaken memory of me pleading this gun to save me from my pain.

The sun blazed through the curtains, causing me to gaze through it.

Children are outside playing. They seem to be happy and full of life.

I adored their youth. I wanted to welcome it into my dark hollow life, but my heart just wouldn't accept it.

A dog and its owner played catch a few feet away from the children.

Just by watching them I could tell that the canine seem to full of happiness and life just by catching a ball in its mouth.

How could an animal be so happy by such a simple activity?

How could it be filled with so much life?

Doing simple things couldn't bring happiness, could it?

I should give it a try, try to do something simple that could bring happiness in my life.

Like giving a homeless person a hundred dollars.

Or help a little child find their lost parents in the mall.

Something simple.

Maybe, just maybe I could have a chance to be happy, to be full of life.

Maybe.

Richard, my closet friend.

I'm sorry...

The happiest people are filled with the inner most demons.

I should've seen it coming,

I've should've known...

It's 9:57 pm. Cops and paramedics are swarmed through your house.

It was me who found your body, cold, and hollow. It's been two days since you body breathed life.

I cried. I still cry as I write this letter to you.

Teardrops soak the page as I think about what an impact you have made on my life.

I never thought of horrible things until now. The images flash through my mind.

Seeing the dried scarlet plastered on the walls. Seeing your body laying on the floor.

It tore a hole in my soul.

Everybody has a time to go, but you cheated it.

Richard, my closet friend.

I'll see you again, when He lets me.

But for now I end this letter with three simple words that could bring anyone happiness.

I love you...