A Gone But Precious Friend Pt 1

title may change this is to one of my closest friends who committed suicide, R.I.P Taylor Frostsong/ Jeanette Jenkins she was my best friend she was a very close friend but how did I not know that she was in so much pain why did I not see her attempt at death coming. But her attempt, unlike mine, was a success of her hanging and here I write about her she was an amazing friend and over the summer for 3 days straight almost continually trying to talk me out of suicide and me out of my dark hole of hopelessness and despair where I suffered through my memories and where I was living in pain; of not being able to see my own son, of losing my therapist to a heart attack, and in the depression of not helping anyone and I suffered from the mistakes I made but why why did I not do anything I recognized the signs; the slowly drifting away the less frequent phone calls and Facebook messages why did I not help her? Why did I not listen? in my heart I knew something was wrong but why did I not act and I know if I had gotten to her I could have saved her and she would still be here I could have stopped it but I didn't even try and because of this failure my failure of accepting the signs and disbelieving what was true I lost her and I lost one of my most precious friends.