Its been almost a year since my best friend <mod edit - method>. We were outcasts and full blown metalheads growing up we both had terrible childhoods but we kept going for eachother for our band. I sang and he played guitar. Im a poet so we made really dark songs about suicide ,rape, self harm and we just were expressing ourselves. The day he <mod edit - method> he cut his hair we loved long hair but he called me and we played chess together and I was making fun of him for losing and he said he had to go and I was confused because it was only about 5 in the afternoon, he texted me saying he wanted to see what I would say and according to police documents he shot himself 2 minutes after while listening to seasons in the abyss by slayer. He <mod edit - method> because 2 weeks prior he asked me if I was going to <mod edit - method> myself how would I do it and why. And I responded I < method> And he <method>,. Its now 3 in the morning im sitting here with a <method> listening to death metal just thinking of all the times we had and how I shouldve called the cops the day you were showing me your dads <guidelines>. I miss you Ethan since youve been gone I havent had any friends no one talks to me no one was like us turning off lights in school breaking toliets and pulling fire alarms I love you. Now its 3 in the morning on a saturday listening to music no friends no girlfriend im a loser like you used to say. I dont know how to end this but I guess ill say this your crown of thorns you wear leaves you in leaves for me to reap and sow.
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