Painful Poem by Hannah Shier

You fool.
You idiotic fool.
You foolish idiot.
Are you getting the point yet?
You are a fool for thinking you could've ever handled this all on your own without anyone's help.
You're a fool for not believing, not coming to someone when we were all around you, ready to help.
You're a fool for going down that path, that dark path, and not even bothering to let any of us know.
You're a fool for thinking you had no friends.
What am I, then?
Why do I sit here by your grave and cry, then?
I loved you, you fool.
My idiotic fool.