Suicide

I close my eyes
and inhale cold December air
i let my mind take me back to when you where there
to a place and time where things were in our reach
where the thought of losing you never accorded to me
we were the closet of friends and London was our goal
but then i blinked and everything went cold
you asked me "to be with you"
and i said "no".......that i didn't went to ruin our friendship by going down that road
then things got distant
and we didn't talk for a week
then the next day at school my friends came to me
they said not to freak out but they had something to say.......
they told me that you had hang yourself that day
my heart stopped cold
and i couldn't think straight
all i could think about was you hanging from the staircase
and as i sink to the floor and cry
all i could think about was all the good times
and as the imagine of you fades away
all i could remember was that day.........
now I'm standing at your funeral
watching as they put you into the ground
the cold April rain hits my face
and no one makes a sound
everything is quiet and no one makes a sound
people start to walk away as i throw a single rose into the ground
i could've seen from the start that you were depressed
i could've talked to you more when we were distant
and as i open my eyes
and the memories of you wash away
i exhale the December air
and put flowers on your grave.........