why did you die? why did you make me cry? why is your blood splattered on the wall? why wont you hear me when I call?
My last breath was taken from me yet it was you who was the one who died you were a part of my destiny your heart and mine were entwined.
you were my life you and me were one I'm broken and defeated now that your gone.
i will never understand your suicide as i stand in the bathroom where you died and when i said I'm okay i know i lied and this I'll prove as i take this cyanide
I wrote this fictional piece aged 18. I wanted to highlight the emotions around someone constantly questioning why their loved one commited suicide. And not coping well without their loved one.