Depression in words

Poem 7

You were only eleven
Next year you would've been twelve
Year after that thirteen
It would've kept going
But you left that never to happen
You were only eleven
Found with a death grip
Too late to save you
Cast with a spell of forever sleep
Never to wake
You were only eleven
People say when you leave by your own hands
You don't take the pain away
You give it to someone else
Why did you have to give me more pain
You were only eleven
Know that I'll never walk out of that building the same
I'll never say goodbye to you and see your smile say the same
I'll never see you again

-please come back I need you