"The noise of footsteps come down the hall,
Bearing the worse news of all.
The man I once knew as funny and bright,
Decided it was time to distinguish his light."
I wrote this two years ago in October when my parents came into my room, not long after I had gotten home from work, and told me that an old friend of mine committed suicide. It was hard to hear, and I just couldn't believe it. I had forgotten something at work that same day and so on the drive back to work I cried. I just didn't understand why, and I guess many people never do if they lost someone like that.