2 AM Thoughts

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This chapter is like a writing from a best friend about her suicidal friend.

She's gone.

And I didn't stop her.
She did it.

I kept thinking this was all just a dream,
That this is not true,
This is a prank.

But I think i'm wrong.

I remember,
The day she told me,
She wasn't hungry, that's she's okay.
I believed her.
What an idiot.

I remember,
The day I saw her,
Wearing big sweaters, and she told me
She was having a cold.
And I believed her.

And the day she left me,
Left all of us.
I decided to go to her house,
I didn't saw her in her room.
I saw the bathroom light was on.

I knocked on the door,
She didn't say anything.

I apparently had to burst in,
And what I saw,
My own nightmare, coming to life.

There she is,
Laying on the bathroom floor,
Pills everywhere.

After her funeral,
I came to her house,
And I saw these letters on her desk.
There some for her parents, Adam ; her boyfriend, her sister, her big brother, and me.

After I've red her letter.
And I honestly want to say this to her.

Olivia,
I'm trully sorry.
I didn't know you suffer from anxiety disorder.
I'm fuckin sorry.
Why didn't you tell me?

Olivia,
I'm sorry

(well that was boring)