Why

Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way? I could’ve helped. I could’ve done something. I could’ve done something to help prevent you from making the dumbest decision you ever made. You. Promised. You promised me you’d stop. You promised me you wouldn’t do it again. You promised me if you started to slip again you’d tell me and we’d get help. You lied to me. After all these years you went ahead and lied to me and didn’t tell me something that could’ve saved you. You broke your promise and I just can’t forgive you for it even if I tried. If you only took a minute to think it through. To think about what you were doing. If you would’ve thought of the little things that never failed to make you smile. Those things that make life worth living for, even in the darkest of times. Then maybe you’d still be here. And things would be the way they were. And I wouldn’t wake up sad and lonely every single day And I wouldn’t feel alone in this world And I wouldn’t have to get help for my depression And I’d still have my best friend. So as I continue to live on, and as you rest in peace, Your memory replays in my mind, forcing me to spend the time to stop and think. And as the days go by, all I ever do, is sit and wonder Why?