There was a time,
There was this friend of mine.
They were happy and bright,
They could put a smile on anyone’s face.

There was a time,
When this friend of mine,
Started to die out.

It was like you could see the light in their eyes burn out.
But I didn’t notice.

There was a time, 2:45 am to be precise,
I was awakened by my phone.
There was a message, and my tired eyes focused in on it.

“I’m sorry, I don’t want you to blame yourself, it’s not your fault, I wasn’t good enough.”
My heart raced, my fingers flew, my mind screamed at me to do something.

All I could do is talk, and shake.
Everything drained from me, I felt everything seep out of me in the form of the tears that were pooling on my small phone screen.

“Don’t leave me, you’re my best friend, you’re more than good enough.”

I thought it was too late.
The pills were beginning to settle in their stomach, while mine was knotting.

After I knew they were going to be okay, I sat in my room.
I looked at my reflection in my now dark phone screen.

How could I have been so blind?
Was I a good friend?