Poetry TW: Depression, Suicide

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Trust me

"Trust me" he said "I'm okay".

Now I know he wasn't,

Sitting on the bench next to his grave

And knowing he was brave.

We were standing on the bridge,

He was frozen like a fridge,

Watching me running behind the gate,

But when I reached him, it was too late.

He was wearing a covering mask

to protect himself from the hardship of this world.

We were more than just a flirt,

But I didn't see that he was hurt.

I'm sitting here living my life, like it is right,

But still, I'm crying trying to find

An answer for what you did.

I miss you.

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