Nick Poem by Cassandra Hooper

Your seat remains emtpy
And the room feels cold
On the day that you died
You were only 16 years old
My best friend
You're gone for good
I would have helped
If only i could
But you kept to yourself
These feelings of pain
And too many times
You had slit through veins
But it wasnt okay
It wasn't enough
That day after school
You finally gave up
You took the gun
You put it up to your head
In less than a minute
You were on the floor dead
Your heart stopped beating
Your blood ran through
I can't stop crying
Nick, I miss you