Mike's Death

I write about just about everything that happens in my life...besides this. My friend Michael Priest shot himself on October 19th...he fell in love with a girl who didn't feel the same. he fell into obsession..and when she didn't feel the same about him, he coped the only way he could and shot himself. I only recently received the photos of what truly happened. and they make me sick. I can't begin to describe the pain I felt knowing this kid was my friend. I know this poem isn't good at all, but I had to vent, and this is the only way I know how....

He carved her name into his skin
a bullet with her name, is what did him in
He loved this girl, she didn't love back
bang - he shot himself - recoil hits the rack

He couldn't find the strength to live without her
that girl he loved, he loved everything about her
distance mattered not, timezones didn't either
the medics were late, useless was the rebreather

He shot himself that day in the courtyard
just without her he found life to be too hard
wrote her name on the 9 millimeter bullet
placed the the barrel to his temple, pulled it

She was the last thing going through Mikes head
before he committed the act, of making himself dead