Rest in peace, my dear friend.
I have hope to see you again.
I have to remember this is not my end.
Life is hard when I think of you,
But I know you'd want me to move on.
I'm sorry that when you needed me, I was gone.
My friend, I miss you, why did you want to leave?
Why leave me, your friends, and your family to grieve?
Why would you kill yourself?
Why wouldn't you get help?
Even if your life was hell.
*** This poem is about one of my closest friends. He killed himself Friday, October 27th, 2017. ***
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PoetryDepression Anxiety Insomnia Heartbreak Unloved Crazy Scared Joyful Happy Bullied Everything listed here is something I've either felt or gone through. As have many others. But is it easy to say out loud? No, it never is.
