When you first told me you cut yourself,
When I first saw the scars on your hands,
When you drowned your sorrows in alcohol,
When you took multiple Xanax pills.

When you constantly skipped school,
When you came back to school from time to time,
When you joked (perhaps not) about how everything makes you want to **** yourself,

I knew it was only about time.
Death was inevitable for you, and more of a matter of when.

I miss you, indefinitely.
I hope you are doing better.
Goodbye, my friend.
Rest in peace.