How did you decide this was the right thing to do?
How could you decide how to die?
How could you speak so matter of factly about something you struggled with?
How could you decide that no one loved you enough to help?
How did you feel in your last moments?
How could you not let anyone in?
How did we not see this coming?
How did we not help you enough?
How could we stand and watch you suffer?
How can we let you go?
How did we not notice what was going on?
How can we forget someone as wonderful as you?
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To Alex: A Year After You Are Gone, A Hole Still Remains
PoetryA friend of mine committed suicide a year ago and I kept meaning to put these up as a memorial for her. Now I can.
