The first night you told me
all about your last
failed suicide attempt;
we cried,
we kissed,
I tried to help
but you never got better.
But for someone fighting
their own demons,
you had no trouble
telling that boy
that no one would miss him
if he were gone.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
The first night you told me
all about your last
failed suicide attempt;
we cried,
we kissed,
I tried to help
but you never got better.
But for someone fighting
their own demons,
you had no trouble
telling that boy
that no one would miss him
if he were gone.
