I can remember how he looked before it happened.
I remember the way he smiled,
the way he laughed,
the way he held his head up and made everyone in a room laugh.
How did i not see this coming?
I thought he was happy.
I thought everything was okay.
He never told me how he was really feeling,
or how he couldn't stand life anymore.
I remember how he made things better.
How he could change anything dark,
into a bright space.
He made me happy.
He made everyone happy.
I miss him like the moon misses the sun.
If I could make things better i would have.
If only I had known how he felt.
If only I knew how you saw yourself.
If only I could take back the life you took.
If only you hadn't taken your own life.