For a friend

Flowers shower the grave 

they are meant to resemble happiness and love 

but all I see is sorrow and death

because I know he didn't die of old age

or a disease he couldn't be saved from

or if he was at the wrong place at the wrong time 

No,

he had hurt in his heart cuts on his arms, and tears in his eyes

things he'd kept to himself 

things we should've asked about, that we should've noticed

at irst we hadn't believed it was him,

but they identified him as the broken heart and we knew

but if he'd stayed a little bit longer

we all would've confessed how we feel

how he was our light and our world our best friend

and how we knew how it felt to not always be able to see the bright side of life sometimes

he thought that he could escape the horror of the world we live in

what he didn't understand was that he was a light

and when a light goes out, darkness surrounds 

now he's in the soft ground sleeping 

leaving us in dispar...

So when I look at flowers, I don't see what they are meant to resemble,

I see a light that went out.