***this is about one of my friends who recently just commited suicde


When we first met
We found out that we had the same problems
We both cut our wrists an popped a few pills
To help get our minds off of shit
We got out of the hospital
Still kept in touch
I remember the last time we got together
We compared our scars and our newly made cuts
We promised each other that we'd lay back some on our cutting
And if we did it would never be deep enough to kill ourself
Also we promised anytime the other needed to talk
We'd be there
I know times were getting rough for you
But things for me were getting great
Instead of thinking of the promise
And thinking of you
I put myself ahead of you
And said I have to go
I'll catch up with you some other time
I remember quite frankly the last thing you said was
No sorry you won't
I said okay good-bye not even thinking about what that could mean
A few days later I got a call from your mom
And she said that you left a note
And at the end you wrote a poem and a short letter to me
I asked her to send it to me instead of read it
As I opened it up I saw some of the blood that managed to get on it
From whenever you slit you wrists
I couldn't help but scream out loud
And cry all night
I felt it was all my fault
I know I could of saved you
But for some reason I thought of myself
You asked at the end that I not feel sorry
Nor should I feel guilty
And that I not cut myself or end up the same way you did
Times have became rough for me since you left....
Although cannot promise to not cut myself
I can promise to never end up the same way you did...

I LOVE YOU DEARLY and your soul will forever live throughout me...I'm
so sorry Kayla......
 
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