Lamentations of the Living are Songs of the Dead

I just don't understand
This can't be any plan
She's gone just like the sand
After all the waves land

There's nothing I can do
But dive into self abuse
And when I think of you
I think what I didn't do

Too little too late too bad
I miss the times we had
I never saw you mad
I guess you hid your sad

And then I think of where
And how long you hung there
I wish I'd shown more care
But that's not how life is fair

So why'd you do it mister?
Why'd you leave your sister?
Questions flying around, a twister
And all I can say is I miss her

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Someone very close to me committed suicide recently and... you know what **** it, just read the poem.

I changed her name to a different word, if you want to read the original just PM me