My best friend had been bullied all through junior high, I was in love with him and scared to say it because he was gorgeous. That's why I never understood why people made fun of him. He had blue-green eyes, straight teeth soft lips the only flaw I could ever find in him was the fact that he insisted on wearing the stupidest necklace ever that had a big clown on him, I had gotten it as a joke for his birthday. He only wore it because I gave it to him, but this was the kind of boy who was popular and I was confused.

But I was popular

I was in that group who chills in the back smoking hookah pens

I was cool

So I never understood why he didn't hang out with us. Whenever I was around everyone left him alone. But little did I know that people went as far as to make him strip down in the bathroom and they'd laugh at him, the day he told me was the worst. His reasoning was that he was I mess he didn't want me to clean up.

Freshman year was when he told me

When he wrote the letter

That was the year my best friend committee suicide.

We went to the beach and he handed me a letter then he kissed me and ran away.

Right after I finished reading I ran in the general direction he went

Only to see he had thrown himself off a cliff and into the ocean. As I ran to his floating figure I ripped and my skin

My wrists

My thighs

Just peeling skin layers off subconsciously.

He wrote letters for them to and I delivered they all felt bad

One went as far as to commit suicide themselves.

I never forgave myself for being so blind

And I still see his blue-green eyes frozen way to early in the back of my mind.

So I hope that they're happy with themselves

Because now they started doing the same thing to me calling me a freak and saying that I should join him.

And maybe I will

But before I do I wanted to post this and keep his story going

R.I.P. To him

And to me