I held your hand as it grew cold.
They tried to pull me away from you, but I didn't let them.
They wouldn't let me say goodbye, one last time.
Did I hurt you? Did I push you away?
I'd always wished we could have been more than friends.
I wish I'd told you.
I watched as they placed you in the ground. And later as they put flowers on your grave.
I did not weep.
I knew you would have wanted me to stay strong.
Maybe if I'd told you, you'd still be here today. If I was able, I would have asked you to stay with me, even if only to get you away from them.
I'd never realized it was this bad.
You lived and died with a smile on your face.
Why didn't you take off the mask just once? Just long enough to tell me you were hurting and in pain?
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Letters to the Dead (and other depression stuff)
Poetryrandom shit I found written in my scetch book while in a depressive mood. most of it is weird. Lmao more shitty Poems from 13yr old me New cover made by me! @GrimmArts
