6.2.1986/age 16

      I don't know what to say.
      I don't know how to feel
      or how to act
      or how to ask for help when all kinds of
      doctors and teachers and parents
      were offering.

      But I need you.
      I needed you even before you came along,
      I needed you while you were here,
      and I need you even more now that you're gone.

      But I can't bring you back.
      I don't even know how to make you hear me, but if I could
      there would be so much to say.

      Most of all: Why?
      Why, you fucking bastard,
      why couldn't you see my need,
      when you said I gave you something to live for, were you lying?

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