I stare into his eyes which have become lifeless holes,
not long ago they had held so much pain and misery.
His wrists are covered in long thin cuts which have healed,
not long ago they had let so much blood flow from him.
Now as I hold him close to my heart with tears in my eyes,
I wonder why I had not seen what was so close to the surface.
I never saw the cuts covering his wrists or the pain in his eyes,
Me, his best friend, couldn't see the truth.
I stare at his lifeless body still clutched in my arms,
I can still see him and me play fighting every were.
I never thought that he could be unhappy,
because he never told me anything but he was happy.
Now I wonder why he wouldn't tell me, his best friend,
For now I find I can't live in this world without him.
Suicide is not how we planned to leave,
But to live in a world without your best friend is like living in hell.
