Why?

Sam told me last night over texting that apparently she used to cut herself a lot more than I was aware of, though the last time she did it was in April. And also she said that she was much more serious about thoughts of suicide this summer as opposed to last summer.

I punched the crap out of my pillow and then I started crying. I don't know why. Empathy is a powerful thing.


You must have been in a place so dark,
You couldn't feel the light reachin' for you through that stormy cloud.
Now here we are gathered in our little hometown,
This can't be the way you meant to draw a crowd.

Oh why?
That's what I keep asking.
Was there anything I could've said or done?
Oh, I had no clue you were masking atroubled soul,
God only knows what went wrong,
And why you would leave the stage in the middle of a song

Now in my mind I'll keep you frozen as a seventeen-year-old,
Rounding third to score the winning run.
You always played with passion,
No matter what the game.
When you took the stage you'd shine just like the sun.

Oh why?
That's what I keep asking.
Was there anything I could've said or done?
Oh, I had no clue you were masking atroubled soul,
God only knows what went wrong,
And why you would leave the stage in the middle of a song

Now the oak trees are swaying,
In the early autumn breeze.
A golden sun is shining on my face,
Through tangled thoughts,
I hear a mockingbird sing
This old world really ain't that bad of a place.

Oh why?
There's no comprehending,
And who am I to try to judge or explain?
Oh, but I do have one burning question;
Who told you life wasn't worth the fight?
They were wrong, they lied.
Now you're gone and we cry
'Cause it's not like you to walk away in the middle of a song.

Your beautiful song,
Your absolutely beautiful song.