a kid i used to know is dead,
the poets say it was a suicide.
the kids from high school have come back to town, they are putting together a fundraiser.
my mother asked me if i was going,
i said no.
the truth is, i can't tell you honestly that he was a kid i used to know.
i didn't know him, all i knew is that he the best friend of the boy i was infatuated with.
he was a kid who used to bully me.
he was a kid who was apart of a group of boys who nearly drove me suicide.
he was a kid who worked at the local supermarket when we left high school.
i used to make sure i never took my cart to his register.
it feels like such a long time ago now
and i don't have the right to grieve someone like this,
but it remains a strange feeling when someone who made you want to leave the world
leaves the world themself.
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Author:
nessa (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: i know this isn't good writing let alone a poem, but it's a weird feeling. nobody in my life knows him, he's from my past so i can't speak to anyone about this. just had to write it out somewhere
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