His Last Breath

He looked me in the eyes and quietly said,
''im tired of living
tired of breathing
theres nothing here for me anymore''

I begin to tear realizing i mean nothing to him
im not even worth living for

I took his hand and held it tight
he pulled away aggressively
and ran into the darkness
i followed, wanting to help
as he ran into his room
picked up his belongings;
pills and a razor
he went to the bathroom
and with no hesitation,
gulped down all the pills
slowly, he slit his wrists

I opened the door
i was too late
the blood surrounded him
and i sank to the floor

i looked at him slowly
watching him doe
the color soon left
i continued to cry

He was gone
and i did nothing
nothing at all
but watch him take
his
last
breath