his pen.
the pen he clenched
in his shaking hand,
anxiously scribbling "it's never worth it"
a last attempt to justify
his detour to death.
the pen feet away
watching
as he ended his life.
an accomplice to my friend's suicide,
I hate this pen.
his gun.
the gun he gripped
in his trembling hands.
a simple trigger,
yet centimeters between life and death.
the gun complying with his demand
to fire.
an accomplice to my friend's suicide,
I hate this Gun.
my friend.
the friend whose last minutes of life
were spent in a state of sadness
and desperation.
relieving himself of pain,
and laying it on others.
an irreparable mistake by
one who remains loved.
a friend who has now found peace,
I miss this friend.
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