Letter to a Suicide Victim

I still cannot shed
Any light onto the answer
Of why you left us there
To fend for ourselves.

You were the strong
And us, the weak at heart.
But it seems as though inside
You were weak as well.

I cannot sleep at night
For fear your spirit haunts me.
I hear noises in the dark
And see what is not there.

The room in which you died
Is colder than December
And an eerie glow is forever
Cast upon the wall.

We will never know
Why you chose to pass on
But I hope you are better off
Wherever you are now.

May the wind carry you
And the light show the path
And may you touch our lives
In ways yours never was.