Hearing the horrifying news
It was impossible to contain my tears.
Why would someone like you choose
Such a permanent end to temporary fears?
But we know what made up your mind
The heroine did the thinking for you.
There’s a burden to being left behind
And a stinging pain like that of a tattoo.
Now all I have are the pictures, your grave
And the tree that you used to end your life.
It’s so terribly hard to go on being brave
When your memory pierces my heart like a knife.
Maybe someday I will understand
Why you chose to leave us here.
And maybe someday I’ll get to see you
To tell you there’s nothing to fear.
I love you, cousin.