Portrait VIII

This is an older poem for my friend Ryan that committed suicide.

Ryan Long
was buried by his own fears
he used to
come to me for help and he mattered to me
and to everyone else
and got mad in onetwothreefourfive seconds justlikethat
by everyone who didn't know
he was truly kind person if you knew
and what I want to know is
why did he have to go away so soon
Mr. Death
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