Lost

When your best friend, the only person who understands you, was there for you, had the same fucked up mind and life as you did, decided to commit suicide. You wished that you would've found out what was happening to her sooner. You are lost without her...

Like a ripple in the ocean never becoming a wave, never living out its purpose in the world.

All you can do is struggle to swallow air and try to stop yourself from drowning because you know that your best friend would want you to have more of a life than that, a better life than she ever had.