You Should Of Fought Just A Little Longer

I'm kneelig here beofre a grave.
Of a boy, who took his own life away.
Just last month everything seemed fine.
But now here you are, just rotting away.
As I kneel here, tears stream down my face.
Not tears of sadness or pain.
Or anthing like that.
There tears of hatred and betrayal.
You knew what you were doing,
and who you were huting.
What about your little sister?
She's only nine.
Her birthday was a week away,
and her present you ask?
A stone baring your name.
You were her hero,
her shinning star.
Now all that's left,
is an empty shell of her once brother.
What of your parents?
Your mother and father,
to engulfed in misery to even walk.
The slightest memory of you,
sends your mother in tears.
Your father once strong and brave,
looks like a frighted old man.
They put on a mask,
to help your sister.
But you see it in there eyes,
how they truely blame themselves.
Your friends are in denial,
walking around like zombies.
The news hit them hard,
you were the joker of the group.
Everythings become akward,
nothings the same without you.
None of them know what to do,
you guys just graduated.
All had big plans for the future,
but the world seems to have ended already.
And your girlfriend of four years,
misses you with all her heart.
she still wears the ring you gave her,
when you perposed.
Happiest day of her life,
you couldn't get rid of her smile.
Now you can't get rid of her tears,
there all for you.
Of the man she loves,
who left without a word.
And what of me?
Your best friend since grade school,
all those years ago.
I'm lost without you,
don't know what to do.
Why didn't you reach out,
and tell me what was wrong?
I remember the last time we talked,
a memory burned in my head.
You seemed so happy,
with not a worry in the world.
You began to say something,
then stopped yourself.
Can't help to think,
that way your plea for help.
'Cause the very next day,
you lay dead by the phone.
You were my best friend,
and I was yours.
We told each other everything,
no matter how bad it was.
But yet here we are.
You with a gravestone,
and me wondering why.
Kneeling before it,
I cry those tears of hatred and betrayal.
My fist pound on your grave,
as I sream at you through dirt.
With no religion,
I don't know where you are.
According to the Bible,
you should be rotting in hell.
Just like you deserve
for commiting this awful crime.
I wonder if your happy down there,
celebrating with the others.
Or if you regret,
bringing all this pain to others.
Later on I did find your note.
Written a week before your death.
How you felt you were alone,
and nightmares haunt you day and night.
The future overwhelmed you,
how everything was going to fast.
You've been fighing this war
for six years now.
And how it's time to finally end it.
You ask me not to cry,
but smile when thoughts of you come to be.
How its the right thing to do,
you'll finally be happy.
But I cannot wast my tears for the weak,
or smiles for those who don't deserve it.
You kept everything locked away for so long,
suicide was bound to happen.
I can't help but think,
this is what you wanted all along.
You knew help was only a plea away,
and yet you said nothing.
I wonder if you really are happy,
after bringing so many pain.
But hey, your free of this wasteful life.
So why care for those still fighting
there personal war?
The one's who refuse to be weak
and give up like that.
Why care for those that love you?
You should of fought longer,
and reached out for help.
Maybe then you would still be with us,
and even be happy to.
And don't tell me you couldn't,
that no one would understand your pain.
Its just bullshit and lies,
just excuses coming from your mouth.
Someone was bound to understand,
someone was bound to help you out in some way.
I was depressed before,
now it's just worse.
I'm just like you now,
but I won't end up dead.
I must say,
I really hate people like you.
Who think so selfishly to give up there life,
when so many people around love and care.
I hate how weak they are,
how they can't simply ask for help.
Instead they walk around with all there problems on there back,
they could open up to someone and relase the pain a little.
But no,
they keep it locked away inside.
I refuse to be one of the weak,
and give up the fight for life.
I refuse to be like you,
and die before my time.
I'm gonne live this life,
no matter the pain.
I'll stomp on your grave,
and scream your name.
For being so stupid,
doing this to yourself and everyone around you.
My best friend,
the one I love.
Dead.
All becase life was too hard,
and you couldn't say a plea
You should of fought,
just a little longer.