No Peace, No Solace

I wish I could’ve whispered To my young and clueless self That this boy lives on a timer This boy really needs help It was already written down By nature’s cruel hand It was craved into the stars He’ll try, but won’t withstand One day I was in English class I got a breaking message I cried and screamed and cried aghast And felt myself start retching I clearly see, hung by the neck Can clearly see his eye Where before, a-light a-spec Now gloss reflects the sky The memories I try to keep Are jumbled out of order It’s been eight years, yet I still weep From words he said, so morbid It’s not our fault, it couldn’t be We’re not psychics, not prophets But I was part of that same guilt Gave him no peace, no solace