People die

That's a fact

We all know it

Some die before others

Some live quite a while

But what about the people who die

On purpose

They die to get rid of the pain

The pain in their hearts

And souls

When people say it can get better

It's to late

They jump

They hang

They cut

And they bleed

And like a dying rose

You slowly crumbled in my hands

Fragile and beautiful

Because that's what they were

That's what you were

Beautiful

You were so beautiful

And I am so sorry

That you had to feel the way I did...

And it didn't get better

That you still got bullied

Your parents still hit you

Your friends betrayed you

Your boyfriend cheated on you

I didn't even know you in person!

Yet I felt it was my fault

My fault you felt pain

My fault you killed yourself

I'm so sorry

I should have done something

Anything

I could have done so much to help you

But know 

You're gone

An it's to late

I'm sorry 

I am so sorry

I know people die

But why did you have to?

Why did you have to die so young?

So young and beautiful..

My 

Beautiful

lovely

Amazing

Inspiring

Self conscious

Suicidal

Rose

I'll miss you 

We all will