What if, I was there to stop you. To tell you to put the blade down. What if, I just hugged you. To comfort you and say "it's okay, I'm here." I should've, cared more. I should've, been a better friend then to let you slip and fall for depression. The could've, the should've, and the what if's, of all the possible scenarios I could think of wouldn't work because know your gone and all I can do is think "what if."
