I had a friend that committed suicide. For years, when I’d think of him,

I’d cry. I cried because he was such a bright light, a sensitive and loving

soul and he couldn’t see it. I cried because he hid his pain too well. I cried

that hard deep cry as I went through it all again and again in my mind

replaying each word I’d said to him, each word I hadn’t … He came to me

in a dream years later … said that he was sorry, that had he known how

many hours and how many days we that loved him would spend crying in

the torment of his choice and his absence, had he known that we would

become the carriers of his pain, he would have chosen differently.”

Please Stay

by Jeweliet