Jay Loveless Poet I do not know?

1-21-10 Rest In Peace Billy

Billy
how can you finally be gone
your battle was so short
only 18 years long
how did you do it?
with a razor or a knife?
leaving us all...
crying
leaving us all...
your death...
did you finally need
just need, to join your momma in heaven?
i hope thats where your path led...
right into your beautiful mommas arms
oh my beautiful friend
we argued at moments
but in my heart was such love
god has you in his keeping,
your momma has you in her arms, 
but i my dear have you in my heart...
as long as your there we'll never really part
watch over me, as you earn your wings
a bullet to the heart and now angels sing
we cry our tears and yet, im happy your finally free
because on this plane, you had too much suffering.

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Lynette Chachere January 31, 2010 at 10:14 AM I'm sorry... RIP to your friend.. -Always Lynette

The Melody Sings January 22, 2010 at 9:35 AM Gosh this and the poem before is kinda bringing me down! But people need to know how bad these things are and these are very powerful poems.

Jay Loveless January 21, 2010 at 3:33 PM His last wish, was that me and his best friend finally be together. we've always loved eachother, and always hurt eachother. and now, i think we may actually go for it. normally i would say yes, its selfish. but somehow, i feel more like he was being selfless. he brought happiness and peace along with the pain. and the good that comes from it might last longer then the pain. ~RIP Billz <3

Anthony Nutter January 21, 2010 at 2:08 PM Sad write, suicide is the most selfish act a person can commit. They never see the devastation to loved ones left behind. I hope he found his peace and I hhope you find yours.

Sara Kendrick January 21, 2010 at 1:54 PM Sad write to hear of death of one so young and their life stretched before them. Keep the creative pen flowing. Sara