Shiver

i just heard one of my old friends from high school died. He hanged himself.

I couldn't believe it. He wasn't the type to do something like that. Not even the slightest notion. I knew him enough to know that.

And I thought I was suicidal.

I haven't been to his wake. I don't want to. I don't want to see him dead, that cold, seemingly asleep body lying inside the coffin. His close friends told me his facial expression was so sad, it looked so heavy. I don't want to see him like that. I want my last vision of him as that smiling lad I brushed past the other month.

F*$^. Life is so ironic. And i thought I'd be the first to die.

Wherever you are, I'll see you later.