When you and I met we were two new souls already rotted with the years that had been prematurely pushed onto us. We were already so empty of life so jaded and hopeless. The feeling of knowing just how bad it is but needing to keep quiet had already plagued us for too many years. When you and I met I thought you were arrogant and cruel you thought I was apathetic and content. All the late night conversations the confessions of traumas and thoughts the people out there who just wanted to take advantage of our seeming naivety made us each other’s closest allies. But the world is cruel and it forced you out all the uncountable hours I had spent talking to you the inside jokes and the utmost secrets out the window more like off the bridge. You saw the world through warped glasses twisting everything into an ugly blur. There were times when you were almost lost but you reached out just in time to be pulled along. I say that I could never know the way you felt but oh how I felt your beautiful consciousness extinguish that evening when I heard the news read your last work as a writer the last line of your personal story. All I can tell you is this sorry excuse for an apology I used you just like the rest of us did you were the reason that I’ve lived this long maybe if we’d never met never shared our inner workings you would still be here and I’d be coating the bottom of the overpass. Now that I know I couldn’t help you, a goddess compared to my filth what meaning does my life still have I’ve never been this emotional about a death they’re all so predictable and ordinary just another horrible person lost, swimming in the Styx But this time you’ve pulled me into the water with you.