(Talk to me some more, You know that you don't have to go)

Empty Picture Frame

I have invisible friends now

2 of them

They are my friends

But their ethereal composition

Is like a chocolate cake

On a too high shelf

I can see them

Taste them

Hear them feel them

I beseech

But I just can't reach

I feel sorry for the whole world when someone dies like that. It means we all failed.

Her best friend's mom committed suicide

I can only imagine the horror that the mom must have been going through

That kind of thing echoes through the generations

leaving the left behind

feeling so left behind