avatarNasar Karim

Summary

The web content reflects on the emotional impact of a close friend's suicide, questioning the possibility of intervention and grappling with the finality of the act.

Abstract

The article titled "22 years" delves into the profound grief and introspection following a friend's suicide. It poignantly questions whether anything could have been said to offer hope and wonders if the author crossed the friend's mind during their final moments. The piece touches on the haunting nature of unanswered phone calls leading up to the suicide and the disbelief that someone would end their life after 22 years. It describes vividly the struggle to hold onto memories, the surreal experience of hearing past laughter while the friend vanishes in dreams, and the questions that linger about the afterlife and the friend's perspective on their decision.

Opinions

  • The author expresses deep regret and self-blame, wondering if they could have prevented the suicide.
  • There is a sense of abandonment and confusion, as the author tries to understand why their friend chose to end their life.
  • The piece conveys a powerful emotional connection to the departed friend, with a yearning to know if they are at peace or still connected to the world they left behind.
  • The friend's suicide watch left on the table symbolizes the stark finality of their decision to end their life, rejecting the need for time and earthly obligations.
  • The author seems to be searching for signs or messages from their friend, questioning if there is any form of communication or awareness beyond death.

22 years

What it’s like when your closest friend kills themself

Photo by Hailey Kean on Unsplash

Could I have said something To give you some hope? Did you think about me As you tied the rope?

Did you hear the phone ringing As you climbed the stairs? Why did you give up On 22 years?

I might hear our laughter But you disappear in my dreams. How is the hereafter? Can you hear your friends scream?

You left your watch on the table You no longer need time. Have you returned to the cradle Or is your forever like mine?

Poetry
Friendship
Suicide
Bereavement
Self
Recommended from ReadMedium