If Only

6:30 AM -April 14, 2011: I wake up to find the news that a 17-year-old boy from my community had taken his life. He was known to be an incredible soccer player; he was popular and loved by many. Sadly, we all have demons that we battle against. His were less apparent than others.

He was last seen in a public parking lot with a pistol to his head. This poem is dedicated to him. May he rest forever in peace and in our hearts.

I wish I could’ve been there to convince you just to stay, I wish I could’ve been there to take away your pain. You’re only 17, you’re way too young to die. I wish I could’ve been there I could’ve saved your life. Your girlfriend stole your heart, shattered it and ran, until you’re standing here with a pistol in your hand. A heart is fragile, a heart is pure, but you were deserving of so much more. A purposed life stripped by Grand Theft. now a barren shell with nothing left. I wish I could’ve been there , to open up your eyes, To hold your hand, support you, to break the chains from all the lies. I wish I could’ve been there, for this is what I’d say, "just trust in what I’m saying, it will all end up okay... Your girlfriend broke your heart, but this is not the end, I promise we’ll get through this, just let me hold your hand. I’ll give the strength you need, to help you build back up, I’ll help to heal the wounds from the damage that’s been done." From your hand I’d take the gun , and kill off any doubts,all the lies that you've been feeding how you're better off without. But I wasn’t there to help you see what a beautiful thing your life could be... you pulled the trigger and took your life. I’m only left with restless nights.I wish the pain could’ve ceased, Now I pray you rest in peace.