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She is dead. It’s fate’s fault. But only sixteen. That’s too young To leave us. He found it. Her dead body, Under the dock. She’d been missing For 45 minutes. She was dead Before anyone knew. He never forgot Finding her there, Already far gone. The ambulance came, But too late. No hope left That she might Still be okay. It tore him. Tore him apart. You could see The hurt inside His circled eyes. It started small Just a sore, On his cheek. But it grew. And it spread. From one came Another and another Painful sores on His deformed face, Eating him away. Then he left, To find help. Because it hurt Far too much. Even inside him.. He was gone A long time. We were hoping He found whatever Help he needed. We finally heard. A letter came. But from him? We didn’t know. We couldn’t tell. Scrawled in marker, Were two words. Our hearts stopped. There it said Only: “HELP JUDE” He needs help? Or found it? We didn’t know. Then we saw Something more chilling. A photograph slipped From the envelope. It was him. But was it? Didn’t look right. His face, gone. Rotted by sores. Eaten all  away. Hollow. Empty. Gone. Then we knew. In silent shame Our eyes closed. Because we knew We should have Helped him first. We were the Help he needed Before he needed Anything at all. “We didn’t know.” A bad excuse Because we knew. We always knew. You always know.
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
Jessa died today and Jude is taking it really hard.
She is dead. It’s fate’s fault. But only sixteen. That’s too young To leave us. He found it. Her dead body, Under the dock. She’d been missing For 45 minutes. She was dead Before anyone knew. He never forgot Finding her there, Already far gone. The ambulance came, But too late. No hope left That she might Still be okay. It tore him. Tore him apart. You could see The hurt inside His circled eyes. It started small Just a sore, On his cheek. But it grew. And it spread. From one came Another and another Painful sores on His deformed face, Eating him away. Then he left, To find help. Because it hurt Far too much. Even inside him.. He was gone A long time. We were hoping He found whatever Help he needed. We finally heard. A letter came. But from him? We didn’t know. We couldn’t tell. Scrawled in marker, Were two words. Our hearts stopped. There it said Only: “HELP JUDE” He needs help? Or found it? We didn’t know. Then we saw Something more chilling. A photograph slipped From the envelope. It was him. But was it? Didn’t look right. His face, gone. Rotted by sores. Eaten all  away. Hollow. Empty. Gone. Then we knew. In silent shame Our eyes closed. Because we knew We should have Helped him first. We were the Help he needed Before he needed Anything at all. “We didn’t know.” A bad excuse Because we knew. We always knew. You always know.
The story of my best friend's brother and a dream I had about him several months after she died.
#death#suicide#selfharm#help#mental#illness
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olive_tree
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 5:28 AM UTC
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