He was so happy, my sweet little friend. Smiles for miles, I never thought it would end.
He was clumsy, a bit of a mess, never an implication of what might be suppressed.
At one moment in time he began to show signs, but whenever I inquired, my accusations he denied.
My sweet little friend became so much more blue, his personality was very askew.
Within the week I was suddenly afraid, when in his trash bin I found the blades.
The cuts on his wrists seemed excessively deep, so much so that I began to weep.
He told me not to worry, it won't happen anymore. He told me over and over. He swore.
After that, to my amaze, he began to perk up, I thought it was all just a phase.
Only it wasn't, it was more than that. So many horrors, I was taken aback. I learned over the phone, I threw it. It cracked.
He was so happy, my sweet little friend. Smiles for miles, I never thought it would end.
Really though, its all my fault. He locked his feelings inside a vault.
I never noticed he was not his true self, now he's off, to be placed on a shelf.
I'm sorry my friend, I let it get worse, but I never thought it would end with you, in a hearse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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