Ethan Above

My best friend killed himself.

His picture, hangs on my shelf.

A year and a half later,

Still no answer can be found by a calculator.

We were aware of his depression,

maybe what sent him over was built up aggresion.

Or maybe his dad's significant impression...

His dad killed himself too, I forgot to mention.

Oh and so did his best friend, pardon the suspension...

Too young, he will never know a profession.

Faker than fool's gold was his "satisfied" expression.

Left me with a million questions...

Why was I so oblivious to his needed confession?

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
Our world
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