You wrote a beautiful story,

Constructed so perfectly.

You were so well put together,

As if everything came so easily.

Characters so picturesque,

You made a beautiful story.

But it was truth and lie,

You wrote a perfect allegory.

You tried running from yourself,

Putting on a different mask to hide.

You put on the mask of a smile

Behind which you cried.

But with so many choices,

How could I ever find the real you?

You lived the lives you created

And never left behind a clue.

All alone, you suffered your demons.

All alone, you sat in sorrow.

Never once did you ask for help,

You put up a false bravado.

No one came to your rescue

Because you never appeared weak.

I would have been right there,

If only you'd learned to speak.

In your performance of life,

With Death you shared a dance.

I could have been your hero,

But you ended the story before I had the chance.