Why couldn't I have seen,
the pain that was in his eyes,
always staring at me,
yet never did I realize,
that pain would cause his end,
that he would fly away for good,
that he was sick and tired of fighting,
and feeling so misunderstood.
Was it really that difficult,
to pick up on his signs,
the sudden lack of interest,
and his sadness over time.
Yet I was still so clueless,
as to what was really going on,
so I talked to him like normal,
and got a smile as it shone,
he never mentioned how he felt,
so I assumed everything was fine,
especially with that smile,
and the brightness of its shine.
I must have ignored the darkness,
that loomed behind his eyes,
threatening to take control,
and steal him from our lives.
He must have no longer cared,
or the pain was just to much,
that he did the unthinkable,
and sought out his own death touch,
to my horror he found it,
and I doubt he even thought twice,
before he openly accepted it,
and made his self-sacrifice.
Maybe I could have stopped him,
if I hadn't have been so blind,
and then maybe that way out,
wouldn't be what he was trying to find.