I had been your best friend when no one else would, I had been there to give you a laugh, smile, a good day hopefully. I did these things most of the time.
I enjoyed seeing your great smile and your brown eyes sparkling with hope left for the world.
You had been bullied, traumatized by the world around you, for being different of all things, and I had shown you the good in this world when there was very little offered to you.
You realized that not everyone was a monster and I helped you see other great people.
Your family didn't love you, but I did, and I had a genuine love for you.
During our last meeting, you made a morbid joke, you had been experimenting with dark humor for a while, I thought it was a practice, I unfortunately laughed, not thinking much of it.
You went off, said "goodbye" like it was our last talk ever, with a slow walk and everything. I never considered anything of it. I didn't take it seriously.
What if you had been planning this for a while?
How could I let this happen?
Why are you dead?