You were my best friend and you left with few words,

And now that you are gone all my senses have blurred,

Like my eyes fill with blood, and it’s vicious. It burns,

But despite how I try, tables won’t make their turns.

I thought you’d come visit, just drop in, say hi,

Instead just a note saying I’ll miss you, good bye.

You were my best friend, for crying out loud,

And death by your own hand to be one of the crowd,

Was low for you, friend. Is peer pressure that sick?

Can it change all the best kids to corpses that quick?

Best friend, I looked up to you. You were my idol.

How I wish I’d known earlier you were suicidal.