It hasn’t been the same since you left.
Why did you have to go away?
What made you believe nobody cared?
How many pills did you take that day?
You were like an older brother to me.
I used to look up to you with respect so deep.
Now I’m staring nervously at my feet,
wondering who in the world I’m supposed to be.
I remember the time I was being beaten up
by some bigger kids at school.
You tore them off of me one by one,
and I thought you were so cool.
I followed you everywhere you went,
though you probably saw me as a burden.
I was sure you lived the perfect life,
and had no idea that you were hurting.
I wish I would have paid attention to the signs,
had found a way to get you the help you needed.
The marks on your arms, the bloodshot eyes.
Though they were there, I didn’t even see them.
I hope you realize how much you meant to me,
and that my thoughts of you will never cease.
You were always exceedingly kind to me,
and I pray that you’re resting in peace.