anythinggoes

This is a poem that I wrote shortly after a friend and classmate killed himself. He was depressed and did not think he had many friends.

As I sit I wonder; wonder why. Why must flowers bloom? Children die? Teens suffer? adults worry? Grandparents leave to never return? Why must anyone die? Suffer? We must suffer because we are loved, and there is always pain in loving someone. When you get too close it can hurt. When you get too close you always lose the one you love the most. Why must anything happen? It must happen because we are loving and are loved. Remember you are always loved!