My Friend
Like all of you
I once had a friend
A friend named Thomas
Thomas and I meet in school as children
We were the best of friends
We even stayed friends after graduation
Thomas had a dark secret
One that I found out about
He was suffering from depression
I being an understanding friend told him that I would be there for him
I was his shoulder to cry on when he had a rough day
I was the person he felt most comfortable to talk to
One day several years ago
I received a call that Thomas was gone
I was crushed
Devastated
I still go and visit him at his grave
I remind him that I'm not angry with him
And that I'm still his friend
Always remember
You are never alone
Someone will be there to help you
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