He’s Gone

Where’d you go? I miss you so. Feels like its been forever, since you’ve been gone.

You’ll never understand how it feels to love someone who’s dying yet you can’t do anything about it. He’s killing himself. No amount of tears, cries of anger or pleads to god can stop it. Stop the pain of watching someone, someone who is so incredible, was so incredible, disintergrate themselves to nothing. No one will remember him for who he truly is. He will just be the tainted distaste you feel in your body when you think of a life wasted. When you think of the consequences. The example those after him will hope to avoid. Strung up like jesus on the cross. Do it the wrong way, and look what happens to you. The scary part of their minds knowing, that now they’ve started this path of life, they too will join him up there. Stripped of dignity, shame thrown upon loved ones, blood curdling screams in the middle of the night from mothers mourning the loss of their baby child. Blaming themselves, disassociating from life as they knew it, not sure how to move forward. Praying one day, the front door will open, and he will walk back through it… Smiling and laughing as they remember from years ago. Holding onto the memory and trying to pinpoint the time in which he died in his mind.

His black eyes, his hollow mind, his aggression and hatred. No one see’s his struggle, we only see his trouble.

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