"I tried so very hard to get him to stay,
But he always kept saying he'd be gone one day,
I went to his page to see how things were,
And what I saw next is all a blur
It said he was gone,
He'd put a bullet through his head,
He had killed himself,
Now he was dead
I began to sob not believing the news,
I found my blades all ready to use,
I cut my wrist until blood poured out,
This would kill me too without a doubt
A few minutes passed and I started feeling weak,
The tears still running down my cheek
He wanted to die and now did I,
I knew we'd meet again up in the sky."
~Unknown
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PoetryA collection of poems and stories for the broken, lost, afraid, recovery, heartbroken, depressed, and many more. *Trigger warning possibly for some of these*