December 15, 2008
By Anonymous

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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