and you shot it...

for a moment you thought everything could stop

and it was my fault i never stopped you

if i was more there for you

if i had been there

but i wasn't

i know im not the reason you died

but im the reason you didn't stop

and im so sorry that the world forced you to do this

you never had a choice

each paragraph on your note each more heartbreaking than the other

like when i read it i had felt a small sliver of your pain


the knives you took to your arm grew rusted


the gun was donated to a shooting range