Emptiness

I'm empty.
I'm numb.
My best friend is gone.
He couldn't do it, though he promised he would.

There are no more late night phone calls.
No more funny pictures.
Our inside jikes are wasted, on a space so cold and frigid.

He's gone, and he'll never come back.

The angel of death has kissed him and taken him far away,
to a place I can not visit him,
a place with all my pain.

I harbor a hurt that will never fade;
a tear that can never be dried.
I harbor the pain a suicide brings
and the chance to never say goodbye.