"You can't leave me,"
the words slipped fervently
from my lips
for what seemed like
the thousandth time.
Memories flooded my mind
like an open faucet
as I again heard the words,
"I want to die."
I could once again feel
the crippling fear
of losing someone
I love, to suicide.
It is believed to be
an easy way out,
from all of your
worldly problems.
But what about those
you leave behind?
Did you think of that?
The ones that have cared
through it all.
You have always been loved,
I don't know why you can't see it.
Are you so blinded by the few,
the few who don't love you?
I love you, why can't you see that?
You say you are worthless,
but to me you are so much more.
More than worthless,
so you can't give up,
you just can't!
I've seen it so many times,
the outcome always the same.
Will you be different?
Or will it end the same?
I pray that you will dare,
dare to change things.
To change things in your life,
and in mine
because I can't take the pain,
the pain of loss.
But even if you decide
to take your own life,
I will never be that way.
I will never take the cowards way out.
So the choice is yours;
it's in your hands.
End this life early
or take a stand.
Just remember;
if you die,
don't forget me
on the other side.
I tried to help,
I really did.
But sometimes love
isn't enough
to heal
the wounds they make every day,
I didn't ask for this,
to watch you die,
but I will stand beside you
until the end.
I love you.
