(poems go here) Hey there, need a lift? Pick me up high and swift. Carry me to the next class in line, see you in just a short time. Taking for granted all that I had, living my life as if no bad, could touch me or you or us or them and then in a blink you were gone, my friend. We struggled, still do, with this loss that we share, me and my classmates, minus one - you're not here. You always made jokes and had the time of your life, though how could we know you were so filled with strife? We were only fifteen, just naive little kids, who walked around, talked around like no worries amid. Then one July day, in the heat of the night, you took your own life and filled ours with the strife. You ended the demons that plagued your poor mind, why didn't you tell there was no way out to find? We might have been able to help or tell, but you gave us no choice, but it was our choice as well. Sometimes I think you were as selfish as hell, this friend that I loved who life loved so well. It's sad how it ended, but how it began will stay with us now till we see you again. I have many questions that need answered by you and when I see you again we'll sit down and talk it through, but for now I must live the life that I should and hold dear your memory like all of us should. We have fought all the stigmas that suicide brings and will continue to fight for the most important things. Your memory , your smile, your funny, happy ways, for suicide nor people can take that away. We will leave that school as seniors this year and you will be leaving alongside of us, no tears, for we have much to see and accomplish in life and we cannot be plagued by suicides' strife. So though your not here to give me that lift, I have learned you are watching and protecting from all this; the long drawn out day, the fear of the past and the bright gleaming future of this graduating class.