I want to talk about suicide.
How it gives you the chills,
and how you can never sit still.
How nearly 30,000 human beings,
take their own lives every single year,
you added to that number.

I want to to talk about how you’re gone,
and I’m still here.
How I’d do anything for you,
to change your mind.
I want to tell you how much you mean to me,
how we spent our whole lives together.

I want to talk about January 26th,
a day I will never forget.
A day I got off of work and rushed home,
to go and pick your sister up so we could continue
searching for you.
A day in which will never be easy for anyone,
a day I  thought would never mean something.

I want to talk about you, Jenna.
How hard life is without you here,
how my heart feels hollow.

I want to talk about how your beautiful,
big smile, could brighten anyone’s day.
How my beautiful best friend since birth,
is no longer here,  walking with me. 

I want to talk about how you’re my angel now,
how not a day goes by I don’t think of you.
Even though you won’t be here walking alongside of me,
I know you're flying right next to me.

Fly high my sweet beautiful angel,
You are  free now.