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I talked to you a few days before,
You seemed so happy, so blithe.
We were laughing,
It was wonderful.
Then it happened.
I was on the phone with you.
I was talking while you were home by yourself.
You were crying to yourself.
You were counting out the pills on the table.
You were sharpening your knife.
I didn't notice.
I was wrapped up in my own pain to even notice yours.
I hung up the phone.
You hung up your life.
You didn't want to hurt anymore.
I don't blame you.
Now, at times,
I find myself on the side of the road,
The only person in my world.
You have always helped me with my pain.
Now you're not here.
I hurt even more since you left.
How can I get rid of this pain?
Should I do as you did,
Should I abdicate my life,
My soul to whoever will take it,
And can I come up and join you?
Are you happy now?
Even if you're not,
It's better than the hell down here,
Without you.
-Poet at Heart
