Suicide sucks

I am going to cry.
tonight.
tomorrow night.
probably for about a month.
Everytime I think about how alone you must have felt.
Everytime I wonder what I could have said, have done, have been.
Everytime I see you.
Yeah, you failed.
You thought I would confirm your fears, and not believe.
I am so fucking mad at you right now.
I was here,
hell, we tried,
you bastard.
Reach out.
We love you.
You make this life better.
I love you.
I am glad you failed
I need you.
I love you
forever.
And when you get better,
I will fucking punch you.
Because the life without you
Doesn't bear thinking about.
You stupid fucking bastard.