J

She wanted to starve

She wanted a blade

She wanted a bridge

She wanted a knife

She wanted a gun

I needed her to be safe.

I begged her to stay.

Tried to convince her I cared.

Tried to help her believe I was there.

Tried to convince her people would know if she was gone.

Tried to help her believe her existence wasn't wrong.

That day.

Was begging her to step away from the ledge of her roof.

She sent photos of it as proof.

Six hours, I tried to stand by.

She said goodbye.

Those scars will never leave my mind.

October 10, 2017

I was 15 in the US,

She was 14 in Australia.