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There she stood
By the bowl of the sink
With his head bowed low
He tried to swallow, to think
Tears had fallen onto the tiled floor
A mixture of hers and his own
They both stood frozen
Alongside the one with which they had grown

She brandished her evil weapon
Speaking something he could vaguely hear
'None of this is worth it anymore
Nobody wants me to be here'
He tried to speak his distaste
But the words came out like air
He tried to run and stop her
But his movements were worse for wear

He could not move
He could not speak
Was this a nightmare?
Was he still asleep?
Why else would she
The one he grew up with and loved
Be standing there with a knife
Making her last prayer to God above

'I know why you're here
You want me to keep living
So if you really DO care
Say something, try to stop me'
He tried to scream at her
About love, the world and fate
But the knife slid across her wrist and
By a mere second, he was too late

She fell with a thud
Colour draining from her face
She sliced the other wrist
And was banished from this evil race
Unable to move
Unable to speak
At the sight of it all
His knees grew weak

His idiocy
His blindness
His lack of concern
That's what led to this
She always seemed so happy
So never had he asked how she was feelin'
But there his best friend was
Now lying dead at the foot of the basin

Why couldn't he move?
Why couldn't he speak?
This WAS a nightmare.
He HAD to be asleep.
He needed to wake up.
To pinch himself and end this mess.
He needed to wake up.
Just one moment and this would be over with.
But in his mess of emotions
He was forgetting a single thing
and its that you can't pinch yourself
To wake up from reality.

His idiocy
His blindness
His lack of concern
That's what led to this

Had he really never noticed
All the comments on Snapchat?
Or had he just dismissed the harsh words because
He didn't want to hear his best friend be called a fat lab rat?
Had he never really noticed
The pills she took every day at lunch?
Or had he just ignored it
Wanting nothing more than a stupid little hunch?
Just a hunch that his best friend
Was suffering from depression?
Yes
Because just the thought was like an emotional oppression.

Could he say that he hadn't noticed
Her new choice to wear only long sleeves?
Or the fact that he had seen the scars
Once the hidden area had become unsheathed?
Or the fact that she had stopped eating
And always showed up without any lunch?
Or had he just ignored it
Wanting nothing more than a stupid little hunch?
Just a hunch that his best friend
Was suffering from depression?
He couldn't answer the question
Because just the thought was emotional oppression.

But now she was gone
There was no denying it
He had seen all the signs
And done nothing to stop it
It may not have been his fault
The source of her living in shame
But he had never asked if anything was wrong
And that was contribution to the long game

It may not have been his fault
But he couldn't take back what he'd done
Because he never asked what's up
And now, she was gone

Description
There she stood
By the bowl of the sink
With his head bowed low
He tried to swallow, to think
Tears had fallen onto the tiled floor
A mixture of hers and his own
They both stood frozen
Alongside the one with which they had grown

She brandished her evil weapon
Speaking something he could vaguely hear
'None of this is worth it anymore
Nobody wants me to be here'
He tried to speak his distaste
But the words came out like air
He tried to run and stop her
But his movements were worse for wear

He could not move
He could not speak
Was this a nightmare?
Was he still asleep?
Why else would she
The one he grew up with and loved
Be standing there with a knife
Making her last prayer to God above

'I know why you're here
You want me to keep living
So if you really DO care
Say something, try to stop me'
He tried to scream at her
About love, the world and fate
But the knife slid across her wrist and
By a mere second, he was too late

She fell with a thud
Colour draining from her face
She sliced the other wrist
And was banished from this evil race
Unable to move
Unable to speak
At the sight of it all
His knees grew weak

His idiocy
His blindness
His lack of concern
That's what led to this
She always seemed so happy
So never had he asked how she was feelin'
But there his best friend was
Now lying dead at the foot of the basin

Why couldn't he move?
Why couldn't he speak?
This WAS a nightmare.
He HAD to be asleep.
He needed to wake up.
To pinch himself and end this mess.
He needed to wake up.
Just one moment and this would be over with.
But in his mess of emotions
He was forgetting a single thing
and its that you can't pinch yourself
To wake up from reality.

His idiocy
His blindness
His lack of concern
That's what led to this

Had he really never noticed
All the comments on Snapchat?
Or had he just dismissed the harsh words because
He didn't want to hear his best friend be called a fat lab rat?
Had he never really noticed
The pills she took every day at lunch?
Or had he just ignored it
Wanting nothing more than a stupid little hunch?
Just a hunch that his best friend
Was suffering from depression?
Yes
Because just the thought was like an emotional oppression.

Could he say that he hadn't noticed
Her new choice to wear only long sleeves?
Or the fact that he had seen the scars
Once the hidden area had become unsheathed?
Or the fact that she had stopped eating
And always showed up without any lunch?
Or had he just ignored it
Wanting nothing more than a stupid little hunch?
Just a hunch that his best friend
Was suffering from depression?
He couldn't answer the question
Because just the thought was emotional oppression.

But now she was gone
There was no denying it
He had seen all the signs
And done nothing to stop it
It may not have been his fault
The source of her living in shame
But he had never asked if anything was wrong
And that was contribution to the long game

It may not have been his fault
But he couldn't take back what he'd done
Because he never asked what's up
And now, she was gone