To the Girl who hung herself.

Now I'm sitting here on the bed alone, my heart is breaking, I'm going through the photo's over and over again and with every passing second you look more and more familiar, but why am I sad? Why am I mourning?

I have never met you. I haven't heard your voice or laughter; I haven't seen your smile or watch your eyes light up when you speak about something or someone you loved. Loved. I have no memories of us to think back on, but I miss you. After work I sat down and listened to my girlfriend tell me stories about you, looking at your photos and sharing special memories with me. Now I'm crying, again.

I'm sad and I'm angry.

I am sorry that the world was too much for you, sometimes we feel like we're just not enough for the world. I am sorry that the burdens got so heavy that only with the help of a rope, around your neck, you could carry them. I am sorry that life gave you no other option and that you couldn't find any other way to keep on breathing.