Tw/suicide
I stared at the text, my breath spending
Because I knew what you meant by sorry.
Your sorry spoke a million words that weren't in any dictionary. Because I knew, your life, is what you were ending.
Z, I knew the power your sorry held. I knew you felt guilty. I kept trying, though soon, your eyes would be starry.
I kept texting you, though I knew your last words. "I should go, I'm sorry" you said, as if it was a task needing to be complete, instead of the life you were taking.
I wanted to help you, I really did.
But I didn't know how, since I'm just a kid.
Z, I knew you were hurting. I saw it everyday. I didn't know how bad
And for years, this will make me sad.
"I should go, I'm sorry" you said.
That's when I knew
That you'd end up dead.
Z, I'm sorry I couldn't do more. And I hope your doing well on the other side. Z, I wish you wouldntve, but you'll always be here, in my heart.
