These words I keep inside, never to be said,
Lay on my heart like the gravestone above your head,
Inscribed only with the name so many never bothered to learn,
This death sentence you gave yourself was the furthest thing from earned,
Your life becomes so easily forgotten, just like many before,
Students are forced to continue on, and time never mourns,
If only I could read the story you carved into your arms,
If only I could understand what led to your self-harm,
If only I saw the monster that replaced yourself in the mirror,
I could’ve tried to make the real you stand out a little clearer,
But in truth, I don’t know how to save a life,
And I doubt I could’ve convinced you to put down the knife,
In turn I don’t know if it was worse being surprised,
Or how badly it would’ve hurt listening to your tortured cries,
All I know is I miss you, more than anyone,
And I wish I could’ve showed you, sober life can be fun,
But I didn’t, and there’s no way of getting you back,
It’s the hardest thing to accept, it’s like swallowing a tack,
But I have to move on now, I don’t have a choice,
I’ll find comfort in remembering your smile and your voice,
For now, I’ll have to hope that your happier, wherever you are,
And pray that life is brighter, closer to the stars.