I wish I could have saved you,

My tortured poet,

You cut yourself to ribbons,

Screaming for help,

You were an inspiration,

Screaming your pain,

You had a fire inside you.

I would take the pain away,

If I only knew how,

I would stop the bleeding,

If I could take the hits instead,

I would.

Heal every wound,

Take your place,

Make everything better,

Keep you in a case,

If it kept you safe.

You had a fire,

Alive inside of you,

A light for us to follow,

A path you paved,

Now we are feeling hollow.

I weap for the family,

Shed tears for the friends,

Cry for his sorrow,

Throw tantrums about his unhappily ever after,

Screaming the story that deserves to be told.

We will forever miss you,

Your supportive words,

Your every crack and cut,

You were never broken,

Not to us.

I wish I could have saved you,

My Tortured Poet.

———🖤———

For Canni.