Roughly ten in one hundred thousand teenagers commit suicide every year. Koda was not another number, he was not another kid who killed himself. He was my friend, and now he’s gone. It was May third, roughly three in the morning, far before the 6:11 alarm I usually wake up to.
“I was gonna swallow some of ’em too,” Nathan said as I shuffled to my feet and reached for the pill bottle labeled ‘Clozapine 200mg,’ “but I don’t know if you two would disappear… or I would.”
OBf where our worlds lapse.Gefore we reach the earth.
Wasping for my last breath of air,
Shile I wade into the water,
Ohe dances through fire,
ibsidian window,
nto the static void,