Drops of red staggered down the hall,
I screamed for him to no reply at all.
His door is locked, it smells like shit,
I’m terrified now, who the fuck did it?
Who is inside there, how do I get in?
I smell decay, that cannot be his skin.
I run outside to look inside his room,
He is decomposing, this was his tomb.
I fall to my knees and look to the sky,
What the fuck happened, why God why?
He’s been there for months by himself,
Did no one think he needed their help?
I break the window to say my goodbyes,
And give an escape to all of the flies.
No sign of murder it’s black and white,
This was just another apparent suicide.
He had given up much too easily on life,
With the help of a bottle and a knife.
It is like he knew something I didn’t,
The reason that it wasn’t worth living.
I step inside onto a pool of dried blood,
Fingerpainted inside is the word ‘love’.
I have no idea what any of this is for,
I don’t seem to know anything anymore.
There’s a note on his bed folded in half,
Saying ‘learn not to cry, learn to laugh’.
I crumbled up the paper and dropped it,
With all the other notes in my garbage.
I smiled and shook my head in dismay,
Unlocking the door and walking away.
After I had realized, this was my fate,
Nobody cares since they think I’m okay.
This is really me, lying on my own floor,
This part of me lives on without a soul.
I’ve stared at him everyday so I’d see,
What it is missing inside my own body.
I’m dead inside and have been for years,
If no one else knows, no one will be here.
And I will never let him out of my sight,
I know that one day soon we will reunite.