a few weeks ago
my friend wrote a poem
telling the word she was leaving
saying goodbye to everybody
telling us to stop grieving

each and every poem she wrote
was about her giving up
but all you decided to do
was scroll up

this poem
is for the 32 people
who didn't say a word
this poem is for those who thought
"there's someone she has to talk to"

this poem is for the members of the "it's just a poem club"
she actually tried to commit suicide
yet you hide
behind your screen and think
everything is just fine
not one comment on a poem
not one single
"you're worth something"
not one single "just hold on"
not one single "just keep hoping"
not one single "just be strong"

scrolling through her every inner tear
scrolling through the midnight madness
wishing somebody was there
and those who say nothing to anything like that
watch when it happens to you and someone else has to
get back the broken hours

scroll through life and say alright
stop at love look at it like a dove
scroll through pain and it's just the same as
being the pills they thought of with shame

not one comment on a poem that says goodbye
but everybody stops there day **when somebody says hi