Fatal Night

I hate that you died,
it's all my fault.
I wish you were alive,
for you to walk.

Walk through the streets,
and through the rain.
Walk through the valley,
and down the terrain.

I should have been more trustworthy,
so that you would have told.
Told me about the gun,
and just that I could hold.

I can't believe you did it,
after so many years.
You had been doing so well,
but now you're just creating tears.

You had family and friends,
we loved you so much.
But now that you're gone,
we just want your touch.

Your touch of happiness,
your touch of light.
That all disappeared,
on that fatal night.