Suicide

My friend H's sister commited suicide. She left H a very sad yet touching suicide note. This poem is based off the suicide note that H found lying nect to her sisters body along with an empty bottle of Tylenol*.

(*I thought I should come clean about something here, since has been many years and I no longer live any where near these people. Due to the rather small populace of my town, which leads to a lack of privacy, I not only concealed H's name, but also the circumstances of the suicide. Her sister jumped off a cliff. Since it was a huge story on the local news, and the note so personal, I did not want there to be any connection. I feel at this point there wont be a soul out there who'd remember and guess I felt sorta like I was dishonoring her memory by lying about how she died? That is all.)