"Collin, are you okay?"
"Don't worry about it"
The next day he never showed up at school.
And today i hvent seen him, yet.
I keep thinking to myself "What if he's gone?"
I keep reminding myself to stay calm.
It's hard, ya know.
To stay calm when you there's a chance you'll never see him again.
To tell yourself its all gonna be okay, when you never know his next move.
To comfort other, while you're not stable.
He's out there, by him self
With access to a gun, at any given moment.
How am i suppose to be okay with that.
He tried once, he failed.
He has yet to try twice, but i know what he's thinking.
He has began to cut all his friends off.
Telling us "It'll hurt us less in the end"
That "it breaks his heark to think about the pain we'll be in when he's gone"
It's been two days, not a word.
Is he here, on this earth?
Or did he leave us?
Collin, i love you.