Lucy. Lizzy. Elizabeth. Esmeralda. You had many names, though only one life. Which unfortunately you felt you had to give up on Friday. The last time I saw you we walked for hours, visiting our old primary school, walking through our old hood. Talking shit and reminiscing. Laughing about how innocent and carefree we were back then. We were both in a dark place. We both needed that connection. You talked to me about suicide. I told you that you needed to live. You had far more worth than you saw in yourself. It seems you didnt listen to me, though I wont hold it against you. I dragged myself out of that dark place. Im so very heartbroken that you were trapped. And alone. If only you could see how many people are in pain at losing you. Then youd understand. Suicide is bittersweet like that. X
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 07:03:53 +0000
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