Deviation two-hundred. Custom poetry for ~fi5hi3 that he'll never read. *sighs heavily*

The question is if I had tried harder would it have helped? He had people closer who did their damndest and truly cared. He and I were acquaintances but I see in him some of what was in me at one point. I asked him a question because him and I shared a hope in common. I asked him if it was worth it. He said yes, it was but he's gone now. If it was truly enough it could've kept him here.

I don't know. It's because of wanting something that you don't perceive that you have now or can ever get. It's sad because I learned from this and now...if it happened to me it wouldn't shock me enough to throw me over the edge.

The real thing here...is the presence of the weightless and belated tears and this poem. Why? I hardly even deserve to weep for someone I didn't truly know. But the kicker is this. Even if you were his mother...your tears are the same. Sadness and pain in a form you can understand. . .

. . .like any other tear.

The preview is something from ~michaeljustman and this is his original here [link] if you like the picture. He can tell you about what it is and symbolizes. It's original artwork from him and if you like the picture give it a look on his page, please.