One of the only people in my entire life who would take the time to write me reassuringly messages when I told him I was feeling horrible.
The one person who would lay in bed with me and hold me until I fell asleep after I woke up from a bad nightmare.
The one person who would leave a stack of notes on my desk every time he left my house so that if I broke down and couldn't get to a phone, I could read the notes and remember my breathing exercises to calm me down so I didn't over exert myself
The one person who cared enough about me to do all that,
He's gone now.
Taken down by his inner demons.
Suicide.
I was to busy worrying about my own that I couldn't realize he had demons to.
I couldn't realize he needed me just as much as I needed him.
And I now I can't help but think that it's my fault he's gone.
💔R.I.P, Bradley💔
2003-2017
I love you so much, Turbo.
You're gonna be missed greatly.
YOU ARE READING
random thoughts + poetry
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