I still remember that day

and all the feelings that came

when you took your life away;

nothing was ever the same.

No matter how much they tried

they couldn’t bring back your life.

Every day after you died

darkness snuffed out all the light.

After the months of sadness

following your suicide,

sadness turns into madness –

why the fuck did you take your life.

The last words you ever wrote:

Learn to love, be loved, and grow – 

these words get caught in my throat

I wash them down with Bordeaux.

Because of you I keep going,

even after all this time.

I choose to live on knowing

that your choice could have been mine.