December 15, 2008
By , leesburg, VA
He was just seventeen
when he took his own life
leaving all of us behind
with nothing but tears and old memories.

I'm afraid to close my eyes
because when I do I can only see
a rope around his neck, just hanging there
and that's the part I don't want to remember.

I never even got to say goodbye
and I can't remember the last thing I said to him
all I know is I can't stand him being gone
I just need him back in my arms.

With him gone, maybe I should be gone too
after all, there is no longer much to wait for
because now all of him is gone
and I don't want to be here anymore.

Maybe at fourteen I should take me life too
because now I have nothing to look forward to
everything is just getting worse
I can't do this anymore.

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